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A Letter. Unsent.

Dear You,

I would like to be the light of your life - the first thing you would see each morning. I'll be the balmy air, tickling you to laughter. The arms where you can loop in yours and be on the top of the world. The ears where you can pour all your sorrows. The eyes into which you can look into - deeply, for hours, without an end. The scent of your dreams. Your present and your future. I would like to hold your hand in ups and downs. Throughout. Cry with you. Sing for you. Always. Be yours till eternity.

Just a "Yes" will do.




Scribbling Girl said…
Amazing :)
What more to ask from a letter :)
Beautifully romantic :)
Me-Era* said…
Hmmm, if its not fiction, tell me who is you.

But you know what? I am sure its fiction. :D

Hemanth Potluri said…
i wonder if its fiction or reality...anyways its beautiful work :)..

Ria said…
So romantic!! :)
nikita said…
just a yes will do...

can't think of something more romantic !!!!
Priya said…
Words truly romantic n touchy...
It feels awful to be told this was 'unsent'
Priya Joyce said…
absobloomin-lutely loverly!

Thousif Raza said…
guess that would do :)... simply amazing :)

take care and keep writing..........
joie de vivre said…
Mujhe iski bohot jrrorat hai...
so beautiful and sweet! we all want that Hun.
suruchi said…
Hi Anwesa...
But why is such a beautiful letter “unsent”?
Very deeply n yet simply expressed!
Bikramjit said…
so very nicely expressed , I hope the response is what you shud get All the best ...
melted right there after reading this post....

P.S. ......snipped.........

PS lingo is from pagalguy
ANWESA said…
@Scribbling Girl,
Thanks !
ANWESA said…
Its fiction. Totally.
ANWESA said…
Its fiction. Thanks !
ANWESA said…
:) Thanks girl !

P.S. : Send this to K. And tell me what his reaction was :P
ANWESA said…
Thanks !
ANWESA said…
Thanks dear !
ANWESA said…
@The Peripatetic Nomad,
It awaits its recipient *blush*
ANWESA said…
@My dear lil' Priya,
Thank youssss!!!!
ANWESA said…
Thanks !!
ANWESA said…
@Life Unleashed,
Thanks !
ANWESA said…
@Joie de vivre,
Le le...mere paas bahut si prototypes hain iske :P
ANWESA said…
@Madame( ll stick to Anglicised version) Deva,

ANWESA said…
Thanks !

This beautiful letter awaits a certain handsome :P :D
ANWESA said…
You mean a "yes" ? Hopefully.
ANWESA said…
@redemption ain't that easy,
I know :)

:P :P
Pooja said…
aww! so romantic! <3

loved it!
Prashant Sree said…
Since the letter is penned down, go ahead and post/mail it. just a 'SEND' will do.

Ofcourse in fiction ! ;)
cheesy.. and incredibly short but romantic
ANWESA said…
@Prashant Shree,

Yeah, done that (in fiction) and got a reply too :D :P of course in fiction !
ANWESA said…

Cheesy it is :)


Thanks for dropping by !
Neeha said…
Its short bt still expresses all d feelings..
Send it 2 d person whom u luv..
Thrust me,it will b accepted..
Anonymous said…
Short and sweet, is what u have to call it...

Very nice
ANWESA said…
Thanks !
Dushyant said…
wonderful.. letter.. wish i could know u but i am sure u must be having abeautiful persona..

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