An empty letter..
It’s dubious. To think about it is dubious and pretty vague. I don’t know where to begin and so I do not even know where I am going to end it up with but... but there is something I have to tell you. Something blurred yet important. Something that has not happened but would. Or maybe it would not.
I am afraid to instigate. But this thing, this particular thing needs to be told. Although my heart aches, it needs to be penned down. Otherwise it will kill me whole. It’s a burden on my heart. It will weigh me down.
So I’ll begin with our end. Yes the end. The day when you left... A Street where I was standing with you turned so grim and dark. Something approached and eloped. It was a terrible hurricane and with it everything was gone. You were gone too. The sun was gone but neither did the moon appear. The stars didn’t shine.The flowers didn’t bloom. The tears in my eyes were frozen and cold. Quixotic it seems. Doesn’t it? So does my life appear to me...
Without you it’s a vacuum and I find it so hard to breathe. I choke. It suffocates me to realize it again and again that you are not going to turn around and come back. May be I’ll live with a delusion that the hurricane took you along but the truth lies in the back ground. I know it...it is you who wanted to go... And the trick of delusion can’t toil for long.
I do not have many memories to count. I can’t count on the memories to survive. But the time I had with you has been incredible. This is the truth. And this again gives me heartache because it breaks my heart to know that I cannot have more of it.
I can go on writing ... I want to write more... For, you are the piece of art I would love to talk about fore ever... but you know it that you have a stone heart and writing about you would be as tough as melting a stone heart. It would be like praying the stone with an illusion of being blessed still. I am saying this to you . I am not an atheist though.
So I’ll end with the incomplete end without talking about the beginning ... with a little light of hope hidden in my heart. There is nothing in particular I have talked in this letter. Nothing at all. But the little hope in my heart dreams of a perfect situation where you understand everything while reading. I hope you see the dim reflection of my love even if my letter appears like the shallow water. I really hope. I really do.