A letter that I couldn't send...
Dear,
Years have passed since I wrote a letter to you. Now things of my heart get molded into my letters. But now that charm is missing which was used to be in my letters. The charm which tranquilized the writer and the reader as well. Which rose our heartbeat. Still, I am writing a letter to you every day. But I couldn't send it.
Now I think you too might have forgotten to write a letter to me. These many years of waiting, piercing in my heart like an arrow. So, I couldn't resist but ask you, do you remember, when we used to be together? That feeling when we used to have our conversation with a pencil, on the middle page of a notebook? When the questions I wrote and passed it to you, and you erase those questions, and then wrote your answer? Do you remember those middle pages? Do you remember the time when you stared outside the window, looked desperately for me, and thought, “Why hasn't he come yet?” and as soon as you saw, me, you used to go into hiding? Yes, that was the innocence of our love.
But now, in changing times, see how everything has changed. Who could not live without me for a moment, and used to say, “do not go far from me, I will not be able to bear your absence,” I wonder how she is living now? How will I live without seeing you? What if I die without you? How so many questions you used to ask me with tears in your eyes then?
Today when I look back, I am shocked. How did you spend that much time without me? Just considering it as your will, keeping these things in my eyes, I am unable to say anything even today. I am comforting myself by explaining, perhaps your address has changed. And even today, I wrote you a letter, that I couldn't send.
Yours,
Years have passed since I wrote a letter to you. Now things of my heart get molded into my letters. But now that charm is missing which was used to be in my letters. The charm which tranquilized the writer and the reader as well. Which rose our heartbeat. Still, I am writing a letter to you every day. But I couldn't send it.
Now I think you too might have forgotten to write a letter to me. These many years of waiting, piercing in my heart like an arrow. So, I couldn't resist but ask you, do you remember, when we used to be together? That feeling when we used to have our conversation with a pencil, on the middle page of a notebook? When the questions I wrote and passed it to you, and you erase those questions, and then wrote your answer? Do you remember those middle pages? Do you remember the time when you stared outside the window, looked desperately for me, and thought, “Why hasn't he come yet?” and as soon as you saw, me, you used to go into hiding? Yes, that was the innocence of our love.
But now, in changing times, see how everything has changed. Who could not live without me for a moment, and used to say, “do not go far from me, I will not be able to bear your absence,” I wonder how she is living now? How will I live without seeing you? What if I die without you? How so many questions you used to ask me with tears in your eyes then?
Today when I look back, I am shocked. How did you spend that much time without me? Just considering it as your will, keeping these things in my eyes, I am unable to say anything even today. I am comforting myself by explaining, perhaps your address has changed. And even today, I wrote you a letter, that I couldn't send.
Yours,
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