I am also GOD's son

Hello muku mouli bête and hi bulli madam,
Don’t know whether these messages are read or not and not even sure what is conveyed to you as to what happened to once existing doctor ankit urf your motu papa.
But I am very much alive, although the life I am living is a kind of posthumous experience because without you folks around me every second seems a curse. I died the day when I was not able to wish my little mouli happy birthday, I died the day when I could not celebrate dipawali, janmashtami, durga puja, Christmas, new year etc. etc. in fact I die every day as I get up in the morning after a dreamy night and find myself alone in this house at karol bagh. I die every second that I as I struggle to drag on with this lonely existence without my heart beats.
That boy whom I saved from swine flu ( harsh ) calls me often and his voice somehow gives me an inspiration to carry on as it was only the( faith in God) of his parents which made him pass the test of life.
All the great spiritual masters like Yoganada say that you must demand from god as his worthy son and and he will listen, well it seems that my demands as God’s son are still being processed and one day HE will listen.
A strange thing is happening thses days , very often in my dreams I get to meet you people and in the world of dreams our my little muku makes such wonderful string artifacts and paper crafts and my little mouli makes lovely paintings for me and my dear bulli beti is sitting besides me with and we are awe struck at the creative potentials of our angels. I am sure that you would be enchanting then bangalorians with your mystic aura, only I am not there to witness that magic.
Last week I had to go to IHBAS , shahadara to give anaesthesia to a colleague for his MRI, just adjacent to that place is our old college UCMS where your parents begun their graduation both in profession as well as in life. It just transported me back in time when I and bulli used to wait for each other in our hostel balconies and bulli had created a unique system of calling me by using our torch lights and I used to go there rushing and announced for room no. 318 girls hostel and Mrs puri ( caretaker) used to eye us with awe. Time we spent there , so many years together just flashed back instantly and when I returned back to my lonely house the shock was unbelievable I had a very troubled time as this all seems so bizarre it is unbelievable that my family my bulli could go away from me . I am to be blamed for all this coz I was on a wrong path , I was the one who deviated , I was the one who wanted to impose my stupid codes, I was the on who was lagging behind in the spiritual evolvement , I was the one who was creating all the mess.
GOD please forgive me for my stupidity and please give me MY FAMILY BACK. I love my family very much and I can’t live without my best buddy my wife and darling angels. Please let bulli know that her koochu needs her more than ever.