An Appeal from a weeping heart

Please tell my kids that I am really missing them on this day and just like any other day over the last five and a half months. It’s like going through the ordeal of a concentration camp, where you can’t even speak to your loved ones. I have no means of communication with bulli except through the thoughts and feelings which are always trying to form some sort of a connection.

There is no point in elaborating the trauma of this separation coz it seems very clear to me that I stand absolutely alone, holding on, to the singular purpose of getting my family back.

My each heart beat and each breath is dedicated to my little angels and I am sure that in the depths of her heart barnali knows that what kind of ideology and philosophy, her once beloved husband holds on to and how much he has craved to be cared for, by her.

Please let my kids know that their father loves them like crazy. Merry Christmas