Goodbye and please try and ask god to instill a little sense into your daughter......

Dear Maternal Grandma II,
I didn't know you very well. Maybe that's because I always viewed you as the creator of the destructive force that was unleashed onto our household way back in 1991. Your second daughter who became my step mother and put me through years of torture and hell. The woman who almost managed to put me off women forever.
I still don't know you but yesterday at about 5 p.m. you died. I was right here, at my desk, banging out e-mails for my boss. Dad dearest called to let me know that you're gone and also to tell me that your body would be cremated today. Probably by now all that's left is a pile of smouldering ashes waiting for absolution on contact with the holy Ganges.
I didn't hate you, I just didn't care. I still don't. It's a horrible thing to say but I'll say it anyway. The only reason I'm even acknowledging your presence is because I remembered a frail old lady looking on helplessly with tears in her eyes as a woman beats a teenaged boy senseless for being five minutes late in coming home from school.
I hated both her and you at that point, her for her sheer meanness and you for your inability to control her. You were her mother for god's sake. You could have stopped her, but I think that even you knew that you had created a monster that you couldn't control.
I forgave you both long ago, but I haven't forgotten and I never will.
I hope that now that your fraility is not a constraint anymore you will try and find a way to make a better person of your daughter. Not for me, because she can't hurt me anymore, but for herself. Otherwise like you, she too will die a lonely death.

Regards,

Your step grandson.

Four Mini Kit Kats, a hand ful of pistachios and a hundred rupees....

Thats what my parents gave me, (their one and only son - light of their lives - carrier of their mantle - bearer of the semen that will perpetuate their lineage), when they came visiting last week.
I mean how cheap can you get? Did I mention that the pistachios were filched from the complimentary box kept in their hotel room? And these are the same people who call others cheap when they give them anything that's less than a thousand rupees in monetary value.
I remember buying my dear step mother a beautiful leather hand bag for her birthday for about five hundred rupees after saving for months. She didn't use it once and gave it away to her niece stating that it was too cheap.
I mean the least that they could have done was get me a whole box of Kit Kat. That way I would have been able to console myself by saying that they still treat me like a child. But what the hell am I supposed to tell myself now?
I think I'll just polish off the mini Kit Kats.