Dear God….

“They walked past the minarets of serenity within the house of Allah, they heard the peaceful sounds of temple bells for Shiva, folded hands while glancing at the Granth Sahib, nudging every wheel with inscripted chants of bliss within the temple of Buddha. Everyone had a different name but none knew the right word of God. Helpless they stopped looking for what can’t be found & found what they always overlooked”

Dear God,

I must admit I feel a bit nervous while writing to you. I have no idea from where should I start & where to put a period. Honestly I don’t know your real name, so I’ll prefer to call you “God”.

There is so much I feel like asking you but I feel scared. I feel worried. Some say if I do things my way I might burn in hell, others tell me that I might be reincarnated in some hideous animal. While some shun me off whenever I ask. So finally I thought of writing to you. Mayb I get a reply someday.

God, I wear a skull cap & in absolute ablution I bow down my head in your grace. Nothing gives me more peace. But when I cross a temple wearing the same cap, they tell me that the scripture says that you live within the form of the idol. I light up a lamp & the sound of that temple bell gives me calm. The moment I hear the carols beneath a cross, I feel alienated because of that mark on my forehead, the priest tells me that the truth of your being lies within the sacrifice of Jesus on that cross. Sometimes a turban stands for my honour & faith. 

I tried chasing away my sorrows by ruining my shivering fingers through the beats of Tasbeeh & Rudraksh. I see people walking barefoot on mountains & bathing in rivers. I see people chanting for you & I also see people crying for you.

God, I don’t know if you know those men or not, who say I am a murderer & I terrorise people because I call you Allah. I also don’t know do you know those who kill millions in a ego to make people believe that your real name is Ram or Allah. God, What is your real name?

I thought you had made me just like any other human being, but you never told me that a Dalit can’t be equal to me. You didn’t even remind me that ripping off people in explosions is a deed. 

Why didn’t you tell me that if I am poor I can’t hold my esteem in the world. God, I thought you were impartial but why didn’t you tell me what you taught all those who teach the same things to the world in your name? 

My mum keeps praying to you all the time still she remains ill, where does all those prayers go, when you ain’t even hearing her out. Why did you promise her that you shall be there when none would be.

Last evening I gave some money to a person who didn’t have a leg, he had torn clothes & a shabby frowned face. His little kid held his hand while he struggled to walk & still he lifted his hands & prayed for me. Even after so many worried he looks upto you, just you. Why god why? Why ain’t you listening to him?

I’ll have to go , mum says it’s time for prayer & she never misses any chance to pray to you. Please listen to her this time. Try to keep my letter only to you, if people see it they might term me as an atheist and lynch me to death. I am a human God, I feel scared in the absence of you.

With love & Hope,

Imran Rakesh Mathew



Dear Amina….

He held the steel with the strongest of his grip hoping that someday the guard shall bring him the words of his freedom. He lay there in the dark, besides the crowd of broken hopes, under the roof of silent sighs. Every night as he closed his eyes the nostalgia of the past lives through his mind. He reminds himself everyday the promises he had to keep & hopes to find waiting arms as he walks towards the dawn of freedom.

Dear Amina,

Life is so strange, today when I picked up a pen to write to you I had a grim image of your being, it makes me wonder have I been gone for too long or have you stayed away for longer? Anyways, I hope you’re fine & mom dad are also doing good. Have the children forgotten their father? Do they ask for me ever? How much taller have they grown? Aaru must be 10 already. Gosh ! I miss you all.

Amina, they say I may be released soon, after all they also understand that I am innocent however I still have a sinking feeling, because they have been saying this from the past 7 years. I tried my best to still be your Prince Charming, but the dusty walls of their jail paints my face too old with every passing day. I still survive on the aroma of your kitchen, seeped within my senses & every time I bite into a pebble in the food here I remember the laughs over our dinning table. It’s hard to live here Amina, sometimes I think of ending it up for me but then I hope to see Aaru & you all . 

The floor is too cold here but I somehow manage, somehow run my mind towards the warmth of the morning blanket that you used to put for me. I hope my Aaru knows that her dad isn’t a criminal. I hope she knows that I have her in my heart & hug her  2×3 sized picture every night before I sleep. I hope she goes to school everyday & honestly I can’t wait to hear rhymes from her mouth. 

The lines for washing of clothes are just too long so ask mum to stop weaving a sweater for me. It’s hard to wash it here. Ask Abba if he still believes in his son? My heart still skips a beat when I think that, What if they also think I am guilty. Tell them I ain’t. Does Abba still pray for me with his every sujood? Does he sometimes look down the alley searching for me when the evening knocks in the valley?  Does Mouji still wait for me over dinner? Does she still go to Mamu s place to talk about me? 

Take care of yourself. I have to go, the Hawaldar is here to switch off the lights & they broke my leg  the last time I didn’t follow the rules. Believe me the other day in the court I could sense that the judge was convinced that I was innocent, but then strangely truth had no value & evidence of truth is fabricated to make it a lie. I still have faith in him, he seems like a nice guy.

With hope & love,


Barrack 4, Tihar Jail,

New Delhi


Dear Erika…

He crossed countless faces bidding goodbye to their loved ones, as he saw the worst goodbyes & awestruck reunions, he wandered trying to find a fimiliar face. As Strange it may sound but he just knew that the travel is going to be long , the burden of memories pulled him meek, with faded voices echoing his mind he knew this time going home is hard. He just knew the city wouldn’t look the same from that plane.

Dear Erika,

I hope my letter finds you in the best of your health and joy. I must confess before thinking of writing this letter to you I had no words to describe you how I feel. It’s 1:40 pm here & I am at the airport trying to catch a flight home. How are things with you? I hope your work is on point & you are finally loving what you’re doing?

It’s quite strange actually, i see countless faces around me & as I was coming in I saw a group of people waiving their hand to a friend, the emotions which gripped their faces were just way too hard to miss out. I also met a father bidding goodbye to his son who was travelling seas away. He just couldn’t hide those frowned lips while he saw him slowly walk away. This place is literally full of heartbreaks, joyful serenity, silent wishes.

I couldn’t hide myself from thinking of the fond memories I have basked under. I literally felt my life going through a playback strip with countless aspects of life just crossing my mind. I hope you remember the places we had been. Try’n go there it would mean a lot to me. 

It’s too cloudy outside but I hope it doesn’t rain, I feel tired I just want to get to home now. I guess sometimes it’s better to just move out n let the world decide how they want to remember you. 

I hope you wouldn’t think anything wrong of me if I tend not to write to anyone, my mom really gets worried when I fall back in the storms of memories. I hope it doesn’t go uphill from here, I am literally tired walking. 




United Kingdom


Dear She…

He scrolled down the texts on his phone to find that one text which soothes his heart. “I wish I could tell you what I feel”, a silent smile conquered his face as he lay on a messy bedsheets reading that line with countless emotions seeping within his heart. He closed his eyes & that heart within the gates of those engrossed feelings from the practicality  which tried to find its space through the crowded thoughts in his mind.


Dear She,

As I stand here near the half faded fence of this terrace, all I can think of is you. I wish I could show you through my eyes how beautiful does the moon look tonight. Though I find no breeze around but does that really matter?

I went through our conversations tonight & I felt so much than just an emotion in my heart. I felt even after saying so much all the time, we end up still being left with with so much more to say.  Well yeah! You were right sometimes we don’t need to have definitions for everything in life, but sometimes I always feel you shall always be that story of my life which I can’t ever complete.

Anyways, You know I finally try to sleep early these days. Somehow I feel calm n even try to sleep with my mouth closed these days. Some days  I ain’t able to reach out to you every once in a while, but I think of you all the time. “She” even my pjs are getting better I guess I am finally Cracking the right jokes. Don’t you dare laugh on it, I actually am!

We all have that one person to whom you feel like saying so much but end up saying nothing at all. Guess my words betray me sometimes when it matters the most, but I am working on it. Just be patient with me if you can. Be there to hear me when I stammer because I know I definetely would stammer someday. Just hear the thoughts as I may not be there always to tell you what you want to hear. Just be patient with me unfortunately I am just a human with thousand imperfections.


A friend in love.

New Delhi,


Dear Maa”

He reluctantly gazed upon every stone which read the name of the family standing brightly outside every house he walked past. All the way up to the claustrophobic packed tiled lanes of the unknown walled city. A worry never left his brow, even after knowing the way back to his home, why does he still feel lost?


Dear Maa…

I hope you are well & taking good care of yourself. How’s everyone back home? I hope dad is doing fine & still enjoys his morning walks & comes home to tell you that world has changed so much around. How’s aunty? Still cribs over her daughter in law?

Last evening I thought of you, Maa it made me feel worried. I am sorry Maa I had to leave you alone, but what to do these days they say everything in life comes with a price tag. So just trying to buy a few smiles for you. Last evening I was wondering is there anyone who gives a patient ear to your innocent stories these days? Or have you stopped reciting them? I wonder who sits on the slab of that kitchen while you cook for us. Does the joint pain still bother you Maa? I have a big place here, sometimes it gets quiet, but I watch our last trip together & it all gets fine. I still laugh when I see dad spending the whole day trying to catch one single fish. You remember that Maa? What a day it was.

I miss you here, the peace of resting my head in your lap seems like a distant dream. Maa I feel cold sometimes & the sweater you weaved for me gives me so much comfort. Though I still feel pink Color isn’t for men, but it’s better than anything out there. I have to tell you this, I guess I finally found someone. I’ll tell you about it when I’ll be home. Though she isn’t as pretty as you are but would work. Don’t tell dad about it, he will start asking about the whole dynasty of the girl & you know I am bad at that. 

I must tell you I have learnt so much already now I can even make breakfast for myself. Though the eggs burn everyday but I try my best. I get food from from restaurants everyday but the taste of your parathas still relishes on my tongue. How do you do so much for us Maa? How? How do you end up being a super woman always ? Huh? I still don’t know which is you favourite cuisine, I guess I was so stupidly engrossed in life that I never even asked you which is your favourite colour? I am sorry Maa for being such a selfish kid. 

You’re the best Maa & you deserve all the amazing things Maa not the worry of shedding kilos because you just don’t know how pretty my mom is, I love you maa , take care of yourself and take your medicines on time, I know you forget them always.

With love,

Mujeeb Shah

New Delhi, India



“Dear Julia”

“He stood there every cold evening, waiting to be looked upon by the eyes who looked for him. He gazed at the foggy window panes hoping to catch a glimpse of that shadow. The world just went past him, speeding away from the snow.. He just stood there, waiting for spring to come back again. He dawned upon the falling white finding its way through the crowded streets, he sat their trying to remember the winter of his younger days. That name echoing his mind. Peeking through the nostalgia he closed his eyes all through the cold winter evening basking under the warmth of his memories. The wrinkles suddenly danced all over that tired face as he smiled at all the memories that had come to greet him.


“Dear Julia,”

I wish I could really have the words to do justice to my abstracts. I feel meek. It’s quite cold here in Berlin, but my fellow soldiers say it’s gonna be alright in a while. I wake up to a shimmering bright sunny light but by the time evening comes, my feet are already cold. This war is brutal, now I know how does it feel to have a the comfort and joy to be around your loved ones. I wish I could change it all.

I heard George saying the other day that we might be going home by spring. I can’t tell you how excited I am about it. I though of writing to you before but then I really had no idea where to send it. I keep a picture of you always with me even when I go to the frontline, maybe that’s has saved me till now. I hope you are all good & spending your time well. I miss you here , I can’t tell you how much it means for me to meet u this spring. Spring is our month and how can I forget those lilies that you love to hold so close. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t write everyday. It gets rough here sometimes.

RIP Love,


101 Airbourne