The Letter

As I Reminisced About My 1940'S Childhood Days In Jiribam A Remote Place In The State Of Manipur In North East India I Couldnt Help But Scribble All The Memories Which Came Flashing Back To Me Like Waves On The Ocean. I Have Written About Those Memories In Stories In Poems And In Letter Form To My Nephew Gojen. Some Of The Names In My Stories Are Fictitious As I Reconstruct The Stories Which I Heard From My Father And Uncle Chandrahas. Also I Have Included My Journal Entries Since The Time I Had Moved To Canada And Later To Usa Revealing The Trials And Tribulations I Had Experienced During That Time. Also Writing Is Healing No Doubt. Whatever The Resentments I Had Accumulated During My Growing Up Days About My Father Or Any Other Individual Is Now Gone Permanently From My Mind And I Am At Peace. In Fact I See The Positive Sides Of All The Persons Concerned. Hence I Would Like To Encourage Others Who Are In Simliar Situations To Write And Enjoy The Healing Process.