Bitter Sweet....

Dear Raj,

If you have got this letter,it means I am dead.

The moment I stepped into the building and locked my eyes with yours,and when the question was asked, I didn't even need a moment to say "Yes".That curly messed up hair,goofy smile and earnest eyes,how could I say "No"?The moment your strong hands hugged me,I knew my decision was correct.

You looked after me for years and loved me like no one could.Even when no one supported me,you helped me to build my empire.

Cancer weakened me, mentally and physically.You tolerated all my mood swings. I'm not sure how I could repay you.

So I decided that it was time to tell you the truth.This is a bitter sweet moment for me. I hope you don't hate me for hiding it from you for all these years. I wish I could say you were mine,my love,but you are my adopted son. That's why I didn't encourage you to probe further about your father. I thank you for being a wonderful son inspite of not having a father.

Documents related to your adoption is in my cupboard with other legal documents..

And I would like to thank your birth mother for leaving you in an adoption centre.If it weren't for her,I wouldn't have got a son like you.

Yours lovingly,

Mother..