Janhvi Kapoor pens letter

The lovely and heart-breaking notes from Sridevi's first born, Janhvi Kapoor:

"There's a gnawing hollowness in my chest that I know I'll have to learn how to live with. Even with all this emptiness, I feel your love. I feel you protecting from sadness and pain. Every time I close my eyes, I have only good things to remember. I know it's you doing that. You were a blessing in our lives, and we were blessed to have you as long as we did. You were too good, too pure, and full of love. That's why he took you back. But at least we had you.

My friends always said I'm perpetually happy, and now I realize it was because of you. Nothing anyone said mattered, no problem was big enough, and no day could ever be dull because I had you. And you loved me. And I didn't have to rely on anyone or anything because the only person I ever needed was you. You are a part of my soul. My best friend. My reason for everything. Your whole life you kept giving, and all I wanted was to do that for you too Mumma. I want to make you so proud. Every morning, all that I would do was with the hope that one day you'd be as proud of me as I was of you. But I promise I'll wake up every day still with that same thought. Because you're here and I can feel you. You're in me, Khushi and in Papa. The imprint you've left on us is so strong, it might just be enough to keep us going, but never enough to be fully whole. 

I love you, my everything."

janhvikapoor on instagram:

On my birthday, the only thing I ask of all of you is that you love your parents. Cherish them and devote yourself to making them feel that love. They have made you. And I ask that you remember my mother fondly, pray for her soul to rest in peace. Let the love and adulation you’ll showered on her continue and please know that the biggest part of my mother was the love she shared with papa. And their love is immortal because there was nothing like it in the whole world. Nothing as joyful and pure and no two people as devoted to one another as they were. Please respect that because it hurts to think anyone would ever try to tarnish it. Preserving the sanctity of what they had would mean the world not only to my mother but also to a man who’s entire being revolved around her, and her two children who are all that remains of their love. Me and Khushi have lost our mother but papa has lost his “Jaan”. She was so much more than just an actor or a mother or a wife. She was the ultimate and the best in all these roles. It mattered a great deal to her to give love and to get love. For people to be good and gracious and kind. She didn’t understand frustration or malice or jealousy. So let’s be that. Let’s be full of only good and give only love. That would make her happy, to know that even in death, she gave you all something. The courage and inspiration to fill yourselves with nothing but love and rid yourselves of bitterness in any way and form. That’s what she stood for. Dignity, strength and innocence.