Dear Mrs Shah,

“Beyond the crimson horizon of dying sun, he couldn’t find the calm of the evenings. The world may echo his words in laughs , he lay silently besides the echoes of his thoughts. How far has he come? The word of calm seemed longed enough, the words never wrote itself with a pen. Was he fading away from the calls of his destined truth , soaring towards the epitome of dying lies. In the path of forgetting her , he lost his way home.”

Dear Mrs Shah,

How are you? It seems quite weird that I haven’t asked you from a while, how is your health? Never asked you, did the pain in your knee vanish ? Did the medicines help? It’s so ironical that you know everything that is happening in my life , even the watch on my side table which I always forget. Running after me for that morning breakfast that I keep on skipping. I hardly remember when did I last asked you , did u have your breakfast ?

Sometimes it makes me think, just because one person left my side, just because one relation chose to find it’s joy in the world , I just started doubting every bond which I ever had. I crept silently within the dark corners hiding in me. I had just forgotten how irrelevant all those lies were. I chose to shut the doors to every emotion which made me fragile, not understanding that your being was the only thing that could hold me together.

I don’t remember when was the last time I sat and heard you well. I have no idea how long has it been since I asked you how was I looking ? I forgot to notice the smile on your face just to make me laugh a little. When was the last time I told you that you’re the prettiest? I don’t even know which song do you like to listen & how much do you miss hearing my weird words? I just forgot it all.

As people chose their family I just forgot to find mine.

It’s already 2:30 in the morning as I write to you & the only thing that crosses my mind is how can be such a ungrateful hypocrite. As I was drowning in my own memories , you were teaching me how to swim. As I lay shut to the world , you were bringing the world to me.

In the world of Romeo & Juliet’s , I forgot about Mary. Forgive me !

Let me listen to you again, let me tell you all my tales. Let me tell you that you’re the prettiest lady I shall ever see & let me sing with you the song you love the most. Let me live with you a little, because all that I know is you are the truth in this world of lies.

No Juliet can be what this Mary is!

Thank you for being there. Indeed you are life.

I love you Maa. Forgive me!

With Love,

Your Son,

Three Rays Villa,

Srinagar

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Shanti Villa, Lane 3, New Friends Colony,New Delhi

She looked upon the all the beautiful smiles well preserved within the 8×10 frames of her wedding album. She flicked each page to bask under the tale of her smiling memories trying to ignore the long telephone rings from home.

“Wasn’t I so damn pretty, “ echoed her mind as she looked up to feel the marks on her face. Her eyes too swelled to paint a picture of the days when she was promised a world of joy under the shades of dusted golden autumn leaves. Leaving her home felt like a beginning of a new life, unknown to the darkness of the person she tried to find her home in. 

To,

Shanti Villa,

Lane 3,

New Friends Colony,

New Delhi

Hello!

My love to everyone. You all must be wondering where did I just vanish, no letter , no call. Sorry I was a bit occupied here, after all settling in a foreign land isn’t an easy thing to do. Everyone is fine here & I have already started to adjust well. The sunsets are beautiful & the place is breath taking. I hope all of you are doing great.

I can’t tell you how happy I am here, Saurabh doesn’t let me do anything. He takes care of everything & honestly I feel like a queen who just keeps on ordering. Yesterday Saurabh was telling me that Maasi had called & she was worried. I wonder why was she worried. He told me that my brothers friend had told them that I had marks on my face. Dad tell them I had fallen that’s why I had those marks. Try not to call again, Saurabh doesn’t like it.

I couldn’t be more happier ever, this feels like home. My husband really loves me. Sometimes I pinch myself to realise that it’s not a dream. 

Mom dad I really miss you. Not that I am not happy but I really miss you all. I miss the way dad used to fulfill my every wish & still never made me feel he did something for me. I miss the times when I used to shout on you mum. Please forgive me. I wish I could spend some more time on that balcony with you talking about the world. 

Yesterday while going through our wedding album I couldn’t stop myself from crying when I saw those gallant smiles on everyone’s face in the family picture we clicked. I spend my days looking at those smiles & I forget for a moment that I am in an unknown land. 

My mother in law is so supportive & takes so much care of me but Maa of course  I ain’t the one she gave birth to. I wanted to send you a picture of me & Saurabh but these days he is so much occupied with work that we hardly go out and for me I have developed a strange allergy on my face so I ain’t able to click a picture for you. I am so happy with him Maa.

Saurabh is a great guy, sometimes gets angry but then he settles down in a while & never has a day come when he hasn’t made me feel that I belong to him. 

Maa you would be happy to know I have started praying so much now. Though I have nothing to ask from Lord but then I don’t know why I keep pleading him. I wouldn’t be able to come home this Diwali , He has a meeting in India so all the family from here shall travel to India & I’ll have to stay back to look after the work. But don’t worry I love it here. I’ll be fine. 

I miss you so much mum dad . Try to keep sending me letters, I feel someone still remembers me when I get a letter from home. I have to go, I think Saurabh is here. 

My love to everyone back home. Tell them I miss them all so much.
Love,

Supriya

105, Franks street,

Singapore