Ink Stained

   This year I've written no letter for you, this year I didn't buy you a gift, this year I didn't buy the cake(that was by mistake though) but this time, I've just given a thought far from the real realm and seen what life would've been without a second dad dangling around.     Well, first of all,  I would've had all Maggis and chocolates alone. I would've never met with that accident, the scars of which still remain. I would've never faced the humiliation of not scoring an equal enough marks from hussain ma'am and the likes. But this side of the seesaw is on the upper end. What's on the other heavier side is much more in quantity and quality.       I would've never learnt how to ride a bicycle or the scooty; I would've never gotten two birthday gifts in an year(yours and mine if you remember); I would've never got an upper hand in maths or computers; I would've never been in a safe and happy environment without a hostel; I wou