Dear Poorti Didi,
Your Kyro misses you.
I remember the first time I came for a sleepover at your place. I was scared of sleeping in new places and sometimes even had really bad dreams. You had asked me to come over and I was doubtful whether I even would be able to sleep somewhere else. My mom told me that your room was extremely cosy and smelled of books. It sounded truly magical. After that sleepover, I wasn’t scared anymore. You made me feel at home. And then we had a thousand more sleepovers after that, each one better than the other. We formed a strong bond, something I never had with anyone.
I didn't have any friends, but I could always trust you to my best friend. We had a fifteen year age gap but it didn't feel like that. You encouraged me to enjoy my life the fullest. You taught me the art of waking up late on a Sunday, which stressed out little me had never done before.
You were the one person I could always confide in. Everyone told me to not be as introverted, but you didn’t ever make me change that about myself. Whenever I was sad about something going on at school or at home, I could also come to you, and you could make me feel all better. You used to say, “You’re a special kid, Kyro. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” You told me it was okay to make mistakes and that everyone makes them.
We spent evenings in your cozy lavender coloured room, watching movies, especially the whole Avenger series. I remember when you heard that the Avengers Endgame was coming out soon, you asked me if we could see all the three movies before that together. And every day, I used to come over and we used to do just that. Those were some wonderful memories I will always cherish. All those afternoons having Bournvita (that you made in your unique way) and cheese toast with chilli and sriracha of course, were the best days of my life.
I see you everywhere. Everything reminds of pretty, lovely and happy Poorti didi. Remember the Rosy Pink Chair in my room that you picked out. I wish you could have sat on it once at least. But now whenever I do, I remember you. Everything in my room, you loved. From the wallpaper to the wood colour to the view. I wanted my room to be somewhere where you could always come over just how I came to your place. Your toothbrush is still in my bathroom and I know mine is in yours.
I would often send Banana bread for you. And ahhhhhhh your love for lemons! I made a three tier lemon curd cake for you remember? And you loved it.
Now that you’re gone I feel empty, alone and lonely. I wish you held on a little longer. I wish we could have one more sleepover and one more and one more and one more. No amount of time spent with you could ever be enough.
The other day I was thinking that if this had happened with someone else and if I was very sad, you would be the first person I would go to. Now that you’re gone, I really don’t know what to do. But I am positive that I ll learn through my mistakes, you said it’s okay to make them, right?
Thank you for coming into my life. Making me a better person. A world without Poorti isn’t a great world. But I’ll always remember whatever you taught me and all our memories. I hope I meet a friend like you. Your Kyro will try her best to make you proud.
I love you and miss you and hope that wherever you are, you have lots of books and get to travel every part of the world.
Lots of love,
Your friend and sister,
Kyra