Sitting idle, Varsha opened up her diary and started re-living her past. It was when she decided to write a letter. A letter after a long time. She takes up her pen and paper and started to scribble her thoughts for him...
Hey, it’s me again. 😊
Hope you’re doing well. Enjoying your life. It has been quite some time I’ve sent you a letter, isn’t it? I know that you like reading letters and you know that I love to write one. So probably, the equation is balanced.
How’re things going at your side? Quite a busy person you are.
I won’t lie to you, that you’re the first person I’ve ever written and posted a letter to (or even be it giving letters hand to hand).
Do you know? Today the day went so fast... it was morning when I was just doing some of my works and when I am writing you this, it’s already night. Is it same with you too?
You know every time I wrote a letter to you, I so wished to see your reaction while receiving it. I wish I could be there with you, probably things would have been different then.
I wanted to read out the things I’ve written for you, I wanted to show you the things for you I’ve stored and preserved. I just wanted to feel your presence…
Yesterday, while I was turning the pages of my diary, I came across the page where I wrote about the places we’ve met. The time we’ve spent and so many other things…
Your birthday was the day we met for the very first time (I know you’d remember it but I want to keep myself reminded about this over and over again). You know, it feels good to remember the good old days. But somewhere it’s not about the good things only, it’s about all the things, the mistakes, the achievements, the regrets, the failures, success and everything.
I still recall those days, waking you up at morning, hearing your sleepy voice and your good morning wish (smiling at the thought). Do you remember telling me once that you actually use to sleep again after answering my call sometimes? All these time I thought maybe you woke up but it was the other way round. I laughed that day thinking how stupid I was thinking you’d wake up with just one call. But whatever be it, I don’t mind calling you and hearing your sleepy voice either. 😊
The other day I was listening to songs from my playlist when ‘Wildfire’ started playing, the one by Seafret. 🎶 That was when I recalled you telling me once that it was your favourite. Is it still your favourite? Or has it changed?
So many things have changed over the period of time. So. Many. Things. I would probably like to share it when we meet again the next time…
Till then can you tell me what’s your favourite now?
Will be waiting for your reply. 😉
Also, there’s something I’ve written for you ;) Let me know if you like it...
IF 👀
And, if I was asked to write something about you?
I would probably write about your smile.
The one that’s still there in my mind.
The curve that squeezes your eyes small.
Making you look even cuter.
And, if I was asked to write something about you?
I would probably write about your hair,
The one that keeps falling on your forehead
that even you fail to manage
howsoever you make it.
And, if I was asked to share a secret about you?
I would probably share about the wishes that really count for you
The good luck that matters to you more.
And the satisfaction you feel
when someone cares for your exams being with you.
And, if I was asked about your favourite colour,
I won’t hesitate to answer it with ‘black and white’
Because that’s what I feel would be your answer.
The one that I asked you years ago and still remember
not knowing if it’s still your favourite.
And, if I could tell you something through this poem,
I would probably tell you how much you mean to me
The thing that you probably know
Knowing your favourites,
I wonder if I could be your favourite!
Yours
Only letter sender :)
