Everything is Fine

Dear Zoya,

          Hope this letter finds you in peace and wellness. You didn't reply to my last letter. Again. I hope Everything is Fine with you.

          And I am good too, exactly the way you left me. Now I am in the final semester of my course or more appropriately saying, our course. Yes college will be over soon and I guess my pain shall to be eased, just by a little bit, but I am sure it will. 

          I still remember the day you didn't show up for the practical session. Its was Fluid Mechanics. Unusual, I knew that you hated the subject but it was so unlike you to miss sessions. I waited eagerly until lunch, then I thought you just took a day off. I caught the same bus i did every day at 4:15 sharp, and the reached to my place at almost 5:00.

          I woke up excited that I will get to see you. Even though it was just a day, it felt a life time that I'd seen you. I got early than usual on that bus, 7:15 it was and reached college  by 7:45. i waited for like half an hour, but you didn't show up. Again. and then you never did. your phone rang endlessly till it died. A comparatively bigger lock mocked me every time I visited your Apartment. That was it, you never came back. you were just gone.

          Days past. then days turned into weeks and today it's been 2 years. 2 whole years i haven't seen you, talked to you, haven't heard of you. It just took these people 3 months to forget about you. To forget about that only girl who wore a hijab to college, a navy blue one which was your favourite and you used to wear it 3 times a week. About the girl who had deep hazel colored eyes which would shine like melted gold in sunlight. But It was the dogs who took it worse. Zulfi and Zulkar, two weird names you'd chosen to give these street dogs.

          You'd always feed them in the breakfast break between our sessions. Now they always come running to me, hoping they'd find you. With me. Like they always did. They don't eat, when i give them the biscuits that you always gave them or the usual half a glass of milk. They want answers, Which I am can't give them.

          So please come back, for me, for Zulfi and Zulkar, For us Zoya. It's been 2 years. Please come back and everything will be fine. Just like it was.

Always yours'

   XOXO.