#2. Fingers May Part, But Never Our Hearts

Dear Simmi,
My sunshine,

Every lazy morning the sun streams in through my window and caresses me. I rub my eyes open, I snuggle and cuddle, I roll around and make some sleepy noises and I hug my pillow. At that moment, early in the morning with the pillow in my arms, a smile on my face, I close my eyes and I think of you. You just feel like this, I know- it’s warm, it’s cosy, it’s gentle and comforting and most importantly, it’s my own. I can turn to it when nobody is there to soothe me. Likewise, I can turn to you. There isn’t a morning that passes by when I don’t embrace my pillow and there isn’t a time when I hug my pillow and don’t think of you. Mornings and nights, and all the time between them, I think of you. I miss you, my sunshine.

There was this time when we were these little kids with no care in the world, rolling in mud in the rains, cutting classes more often than taking them, kicking each-other, laughing away till all the veins in the forehead hurt and all the air in our lungs was spent. And then some years rolled but it made no difference- the sun saw us, still kid’s at heart, tearing at each-other’s hair for this new, cute guy in class or over this or over that, fighting perpetually. But after thrashing each-other soundly over the day and when we had quarrelled to our hearts’ content, the evenings found us giggling and loving, the new boy given up as a bad job. You hugged me so hard when the day was done, that I still feel its impact in my bosom when I close my eyes. Do you remember the time we ran away together with nothing but food in our bag? I wonder what would have happened if they would not have caught us the very same night. Hah! At least we managed to put two towns behind us before they brought us down. I wonder, Sims, I wonder- I wonder a lot many things- and they are all about you. Oh, how I adore you, kitty.

School’s up poor girl, and we have come to the fork in the road where we must walk different paths. We shall be parted, sunshine. I wish there was just one road to walk, but there are many and we must find our own way. I wish more than anything in the world to walk with you but my road calls me and yours calls you. Shall the fingers that were forever entwined part, dear girl? I guess it is farewell. God! My hand trembles and my heart’s full. Tears roll as I write and realise. But don’t you cry poor babe- when you miss me just place your hand on your heart. You will find me there. We might not see each other for a long time to come, but let mine heart go with you and let yours come with me. No road is straight my pal! They bend, here, there, everywhere! And I know- a bend will come when my road will cross yours! I’ll wait for you there, sunshine. And if I’m not there, then wait for me- I will be just round the corner!

PS- I LOVE YOU.

Your moonlight,

Kruti

#1. A Letter Never Sent

Dear Veronica, My Love,

This night, seated in fragrant candlelight, as I write, I hear the wind that whistles outside. The pitter-patter of rain on the panes unsettles me. The candles flicker often, the flames dance and the shadows leap and dive in my little study. Despite the night's noise, I hear loud and clear, a certain silence. Water caresses the panes and I feel the storm outside, but even as I'm aware of the tempest, I feel stillness all around. Each time I look at the armchair besides the burning fire, I see you there, smiling peacefully. Then the fire hisses and crackles and then you fade away slowly.The smile lingers longer and rends my heart as it dissolves. Oh! Don't mind if the ink spreads, my dear- it's only one little tear. I miss you, that's all.

It feels bare without a hand on my shoulder. It feels silent without hot breath on my ears. It feels cold without arms around me. It feels lonely without a hand holding mine. It feels melancholy without a smile that stays. It feels still altogether without you, love. The music, the colours, the sun and the spring, the ringing laughter, the fruits and the birds, are all lost to me. It feels hollow without you, love.

The world goes on, night comes, night goes, seasons change, I turn calenders, but the cold doesn't  go. The winter is in my heart, dear and it refuses to set. I tried to turn over leaves, but spring won't come. I know myself to be fading. I feel myself perishing. If I dissolve, may I dissolve to where you are, and may my smile linger peacefully behind for a while as well. Wherever you are, wherever you go, be at calm, don't abandon smile- I'll find you, my love.

With withering heart and wavering hands I write to you. I miss you much and I love thee true.

Happy anniversary, love. See? I remember.

Yours for ever and a day, Brian