For Riya
A very early letterfrom someone who isn't here yet.
Scroll slowly. This one moves with you.
Hi. It's me.
(The little light following your finger is me, by the way.)
It's a bit cramped in here, but I've been told it's lovely out there.
I've been keeping notes. Measured, as is tradition in this family, in food.
For the department of numbers
Riya, a name will be chosen and then, we all know, calculated. So here is a calculator for the shortlist. If my method is off, you'd be the one to say.
Pythagorean method. Everything is saved on this device only, so try as many as you want.
The books, as of December
Statement of changes, prepared by someone with no accounting qualifications whatsoever.
Riya,
You've helped every one of us with something. Numbers, decisions, whatever we couldn't sort out ourselves. Usually while bullying us a little. I always knew which part was the love.
Now someone gets you as their person from day one. They're very lucky. So are we.
Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I'm around.
Sahil
P.S. Please wait until the baby is at least two before you start bullying them. I need the head start.
And then, one morning in December,
the long night ends.
Name: to be decided, after consulting the numbers
Keep this page. One day, show them: "Look. This is how much we were already waiting for you."
Made with love by Sahil