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THE ONLY LETTER


Not too dear You,
I met you a couple of hours ago. I wish I never had. You were best in fantasy.
Once upon a time, we saw the world in same colours. You never spoke but I understood. You were fiery and enthusiastic. I was determined and willful. Nevertheless we built our lives separately. We never tried to know each other. Maybe I imagined you as someone you were not.
He loves me in his quaint way. He rarely says but I understand (just like I understood you). Or misunderstood? I was shocked when you told me “I had my eyes on you.”  I kept repeating those words in my mind all the time. Am I an object? Someone who you could use? And possibly discard? I was ashamed of myself.
You were a moment’s weakness; he is my pillar of strength. No! I’m not comparing. Thanks for making me realize that I chose the right person.
Not Yours,
Me.


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Brajmohan Kumar said…
it happens, it happens with all of us. we are not satisfied with what we have, and then start looking for more. and in that process few realize that what they already have, is the best in one or more ways..
December 10, 2012 at 7:31 AM
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