To my little superstar,

I still remember the first time you came home.
I loved taking you in my arms.
Leading you to our school,
you walked at a leisurely pace...irritating me to no end.
Kissing you against your wish.
You always loved wearing the same frock as mine,
and even today we have the same shirt.
How we recorded songs on the old tape!
thought we were the youngest pop stars.
You irked me when you accompanied me wherever i went.
How we played those silly childhood games.
We fed the poor barbie doll some upma for break fast!!
How we made movies, danced and acted on our little stage.
We fought like cats and dogs,
Thought we hated each other.
We shared our secrets.
You thought I was your best friend.
Wish I had got the chance to be that,
and share your pain and agony.

I kissed you again,
This time you couldn't stop me.
No sign of any pain,
Your peaceful face disrupts my peace.
I thought I just heard your voice.
Something I can only imagine.
Your name does not display on my cell phone...
no panic calls...saying you miss me.
Yes, I have your last gift.
I've also kept the gift that I gave you.
I can still smell you inside those pieces of clothing
I folded one by one, something attached to each of them.

I speak to you.
There are endless memories....
lingering in my senses...
But where are you?
I cross my heart.