A friday Baba. I wish I could travel to Colombo and meet you. Remember how I travelled to meet you? It was more than 200km Baba. I still remember how fast did I travel in the day you got ill and hospitalised. I almost met with 2 accidents.(thank god I could stop my vehicle.) I remember everything what happened that day and evening of the day. What a sad view to be seen. You were in a hospital bed. I couldn't hold my breath, I kind of ran to my vehicle and cried there. Im not weak Baba. Just I couldn't bare the pain of seeing you ill. Im writing this around 6.45am. I think you are going to work by this time. I hope you have better plans for weekends. I miss you sweetheart. Love you always.
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