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THE ABANDONED LETTER


Dear You,

Writing to you calms me. I love you for that. I love you otherwise too. Maybe I'll never be able to tell you how much I love you.

Everything is fine. Not the sort of fine when you were here but nevertheless.......fine.  As usual, Emmy's dentist  asked her to give up sugar candies. She's not going to give them up anyways. She asks for you. I guess she wants to consult you about it. My optician said that it was time I use glasses. Finally ! Remember how I used to rue the fact that I didn't have glasses. You always said it was good. To look into my eyes directly. Ah ! Those were the days. 

I have not heard from you since long. Talk to me soon. Okay.... I'm inviting myself to your place. Emmy can stay with  my mom, for a change. 

With love, 

Me. 

P.S. : I'm posting this from the same mailbox where we first met. By Jove, that street has awful traffic. People get killed. 

Comments

☆ Rià ღ said…
Heart touching... :(
No-mad said…
so heartening...!! cute - love the details
Me said…
hmmmmmm.... me is speechless sorta.
Thousif Raza said…
wow... i loved it... the line where u wrote... its beautiful to look into your eyes directly... i loved that... so sincere :)

take care and keep writing..........
Anwesa said…
@Ria,

Thanks !
Anwesa said…
@ Lil' Priya,

Thanks dear :)
Anwesa said…
@ No-mad,

Hey ! Nice to see you. Thanks :)

P.S. : I like the details too :)
Anwesa said…
@ Me,


Ummmmm.... ohkay. I like that too.
Anwesa said…
@ Thousif,

Thanks ! You really have a knack of picking out the "punch" of a post.

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