“Letter came ?” I texted to Gauri.
“No yaar” she replied.
Why am I waiting for this letter ? There is a story behind this letter.
What is the fascination in writing letters ?
According to me, letters are the best way to express one’s heart and its helpful for the introverts to pen down their feelings.
The letter I wrote to him in which I have described about how from friendship my feelings has changed to crush.
When he was here in the same city, I never felt that way I was feeling now.
We met so many times had good memories together.
Eating together in weekends, endless talk about the politics and back bitching about people.
He was the abettor to me.
When he told me that he is shifting to a new city I was really sad.
That sadness was queer and unmanageable.
After 2 months I came in touch with him because I was his friend not the best friend. But for me he was more that just a friend. With him there was a spark that I was craving for , the way he understood me made the bond between us really strong.
I wish the thoughts running in my mind are the same in his.
One fine day he called me.
” Can I send you a letter ?” He questioned.
” Oh ! Yes you can send me ” I answered.
I wish I could come there and tell him that how much I love him
” I am sending cards to all my good friends. You are one of them. That’s why I want” he said.
” Okay ! I will wait for it . By the way I like writing letter. I always wanted someone who can reply me through letters ” I said , smiling.
” Wow. You never told me about this. I am also letter sender- receiver kind off person ” he replied.
We had an hour phone call that day, this was longest phone call I did with him. There were lots of similarities between us. When ever we don’t had anything to talk, we discuss about the similarities. I gave him my friend Gauri’s address because I was living with my family , I didn’t wanted them to receive that letter.
So, that’s why I was waiting for this letter. Somewhere I had an intuition that the letter is not just a simple piece of paper. It is going to be the expression of feelings handwritten which I was expecting from very long.
After 4 days my friend Gauri texted me by sending a picture of that letter and I zoomed in the FROM portion and his Name was there.
I was so excited to read that letter.
“Shall I open it for you 😛?” Gauri texted.
“No yaar. 🙈” I replied.
“Yes ! I was just joking. I am not coming tomorrow. I am ill ” Gauri texted.
“😒 ” I texted.
In all this universe , when his letter came this ma’am is now ill and she lives far from my place. Ignoring my all anger. I messaged her.
“Take care , get well soon” I texted.
Waiting for another 3 days. All this eagerness was on peak.
Finally my dear Gauri came. I took her college bag, took out the letter and ran outside the class.
I found one empty class room and sat quietly there.
Thoughts were running in my brain. What is the feeling he couldn’t expressed on the phone call.
That’s how the letter was
*” Hi Beautiful,
When I was there. I couldn’t felt the importance of yours in my life. I am missing you.
I miss how you used to call me whenever I was late in our meetings.
I miss how you adjust your hair while talking to me.
I miss how you laugh even on my lame jokes to make me feel good.
I miss how you sing sweet songs which I have secretly recorded.
I miss how you look gorgeous with that nose pin.
I miss how you look beautiful with that one stroke of Kajal.
I miss how you handle me whenever I miss my family.
I miss how you take my advices before making any decision.
I miss how you share all your peace, anger and disturbance with me.
I miss how you put your hand on my shoulder.
I miss how you care for me as a friend.
I miss you.
I miss everything about you.
A day has 24 hours and atleast 24 times I have missed you.
Dear I am sorry for not telling this you earlier. But I am in love with you.
With your soul.
I am in love with someone who knows I am not perfect but can make me complete.
A someone who has the clandestine quixotic tone.
A someone who is the narcotic in my nerves and panacea to cure.
A someone who is silent but has things to say.
A someone whom I wasn’t searching for.
A someone who is the best fortuitous thing happened to me.
A someone who makes me forgot the whole world.
A someone who makes me happy all the time.
A someone who pays attention to my useless talk.
A someone who is propinquity to my soul.
Now, I am changed because of you and becoming a more positive person in life. There was no appropriate way to express my feeling better than this. This letter is my proxy for you.
You know what, whenever I watch the night skies I found you dazzling around wearing the stars with the glow of moon.
I left all my pains behind and we drown into the ocean of love. A place where we imagined day and night to be together.
This is all my state without you.
You are the description of love. I imagined every moment sleeping on your lap , listening your melodious songs and you waving hands around my face.
You are the first home of my feelings where my imagination starts and it never ends. I am all yours.
Waiting for your answer.
Your Lover Boy
(Written by heart not by pen)”*
The last words written melted me. Finally, thank you god for fulfilling my wish. From where all this love he has shown?
Well, he is so good in writing that I never knew.
I called him.
“Hello. I got your letter” I said.
“Finally. Can you send your answer through letter?” He asked.
“Yes. I can. But, is it wrong to tell it now ?” I questioned.
“No its not wrong. You know what the emotions and feelings you express is through letters and that becomes the treasure for long distance lovers” He said.
“What what ? Long distance lovers huh !? ” I replied.
“Ya Haan. ” He giggled.
“Yes I will write ” I said.
“Desperately waiting for it, OK bye. Please behave like a 80s people and don’t do call-message till I receive your letter ” He said.
“OK ! Bye Handsome ” I said.
After his romantic letter it was my turn to reply him in my way.
So, I wrote the first half of the letter in a very simple way where I described how much I miss him after he is gone from the city.
That’s how my letter was
The letter you wrote is priceless. The so called treasure for the beginning of our love.
But, as the way we had made that “bond” and I have found that “spark” for which I was craving for so long.
Considering your love. Its beyond my imagination. There is a small hut in my heart where every morning you kiss my forehead. Holding me tightly through waist and then embracing me in your arms. As because of my short-height , I can hear your heartbeats expressing those lines you spoke to me.
I felt that there is telepathy between us. How we are able to connect and understand each other and somewhere in heart it was that you have the same feelings for me.
I am not a romantic letter writer. The only answer to your letter is
“I am all yours”
I love the way you are.
I love the way you encourage me when I am low.
I love the way you relax me whenever I over think.
I love the way you wear blue colour on every meeting.(As Blue is my Favourite)
I love the way you ask me to drive and you sit behind.
I love the way you said long distance lovers.
I love the real you.
I thank universe for giving me, You.
Your Lover Girl
(Written while looking at our pictures)”*
That’s how I end that letter by keeping my heart out.
I wasn’t messaging him neither he was. After 4 days he called.
“Hello. I am happiest when I’m with you” He said.
“Me too. So you got that letter.” I said.
“Yes ma’am. I had this intuition that you love me. But, maybe the destiny was in search for the right time. How things worked when we were together, we never felt the importance of each other” He said.
“And now as we are apart. But, together ” I replied.
” Thank you for everything Miss” He said.
“Thank you for that romantic letter” I said.
“I loved your treasure as well dear” he said.
“Thank you handsome” I replied.
“In letter we expressed it. Now, Shall we say this to each other ?” He asked.
“Yes. But I m somewhere outside” I said.
“Can’t you speak those three magical words by going in corner?” He questioned.
“Ok fine. ” I said.
“I love you” he said.
“Same to you” I replied.
“You spoiler” He laughed and said.
We had a long call that day and same to you had the another meaning for him ❤
We wrote many letters after that letter. Still the feeling for the first love letter is divine and novice ❤
© Rashmi Tiwari