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Dear You, I got your letter. And I hated it. Why do you have to finish it in just three words ? I feel those words even if you do not mention them every single time. Plus, people read postcards. They really do. I should tell you to eat well, dress warmly and come back real soon. You know how I am. No, I don't cry myself to sleep anymore. The garden has plenty of flowers this season. I pick them each morning. It is during the nights that I miss you the most. Just come back, soon enough. Yours, Me. Pic Courtesy : Google  

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. Pic Courtesy : Google

Dear Baba, I am sorry. For being a brute. For not understanding your state of mind. For threatening you. For everything that I have done.  Now I understand you weren't wrong to see her. You weren't wrong when you got over Maa. You weren't the worst father ever. You were the best.  I have wronged you as well as her. I was so cruel, insensitive and stubborn.  I have a long road to redemption. Hope you might forgive me. Someday. I am sorry again. Yours , Emmy. 

Dear Mamma, Where did you go ? Papa says you went to fairyland to bring me those white wings. Did you get them ? Are they too hard to find ? Can't you come soon ? I miss you. Papa too misses you. He tells me stories of lions and flowers. He says you will be back when I finish my cup of milk. I drink it and then wait for you. But you do not come back. I  cry. Sometimes Papa cries too. He hides his tears. He misses you too. Come back Mamma....I don't need those white wings....I need you to be here. Papa wants you. Your loving daughter, Emmy.

We met, didn’t we ? So what if it was after ages. You looked almost like a thorough gentleman. That was least expected. Anyways, glad to see that you’ve changed for the good. Glasses look good on you..wait, you look good in glasses. As for me, you know…. I’m the same clumsy little girl…now no more little. Haha. Yeah. I still laugh in between conversations. And I still struggle while beating eggs. But do you realize the time that has flown by ? I freelance these days . Yes, as you often said “the free bird.” Home is pretty okay, same furniture, same furnishing, same books….Our mango tree died. Last winter. I cried a lot. Now I don’t miss it a lot. Got used to. Same way as I …….. Anyways, I can always write reams about my hardships and suffering. They should not make sense to you now. Do they ? I don’t know….. Meanwhile, let me tell you… Emmy is sweet. She resembles her. I wish she were here. With you. She was fun to be with. For the short time she met me, I thought you wer...

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. Yours, Me.