Hello dear. Saw your pics in Facebook. You look fab than ever. Reminds me of "uff teri ada... I love the way you dance..."
This letter is about Amrutha and her megalomaniac boyfriend Ankur. You left me her responsibility the day you left to Canada. I was worried about her till today and on this day I found something interesting.
I precisely remember that day when we escorted Amrutha to Ankur from her home. You were very suspicious. But when Ankur came to meet us, we both were stunned by his extreme handsomeness and chivalry. His was a perfect lover’s smile to Amrutha. I saw no flaw in that. When we returned home after leaving Amrutha to him, you said you doubted this guy’s genuineness. That moment I felt sick of you thinking you are cold-hearted. But not until a year ago I realized how true you were. I always marveled at your ability to prophesy things at the first sight.
Anyway... As I said in our last conversation, they broke up and our dear Ammu is sleepless since then. You said its normal and asked me to take care of her which I failed to do gloomily. You said it takes years for her to find faith in the world again, to find the lost confidence and to dream. To my understanding it does really take time to start the “HOPE” function again in one’s mind and soul.
But it’s not as we thought. I met Ammu on the journey back home in the train. She didn’t seem insomniac. She was a happy, satisfied soul. I wondered if she’s forgotten all of 6 years love in just 6 months. She’s moved on in fact.
To my dismay, I find people forget everything too soon. They forget the bomb blasts, terrorist attacks, accidents, deaths and even relationship breakups. Is it because they are too restless running from places to places during which they forget to spend time with themselves? If they do not spend adequate time with themselves, how can they be sure that they don’t land in the same ditch in the “Running blindfolded” process?
Mail me Pari.
Cheers,
Kavi
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