To my dear creature,

First things first. I stole that endearment from Virginia’s love letters to Vita.

Since my theme today is to be honest, the second thing is to establish how much I miss you. I wrote another letter, so go figure!

Thirdly, these are top ten things that unnerves me:
1. Background music in horror movies
2. Bicycle riding past me when my Bluetooth headphones are on
3. You
4. Traffic crossing with headphones on
5. Paying with coins in a supermarket
6. Memories of you when I least expect it
7. Unlit corridors and pathways
8. Couples at parks who had lost themselves in each other
9. Rules, rules, and more rules
10. Mistakes

The fourth one is a question. What does one think when they see the beauty in its raw form?

I see you as the beauty of life in the rawest form.

So, fifthly, I wish I were you for a day… If that’s not possible, can we please make a tent in the middle of nowhere and enjoy the hundreds of thousands of stars in the sky?

Eternally yours,
s

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Look around you slowly. Is it not what you wished for? Did you not Pray for days and nights? Does it feel like a blessing? No? Think about what you asked for. It would make sense, when you realise your wishes were fulfilled after making some sacrifices. Perhaps, that’s what the saying ‘be careful what you wish for’ means…

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Damn it, Tony, I am still thinking of you!

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To the one I love the most,

I try to imagine what you look like, how and what you are doing at this moment. All I can conjure up with my itty bitty imagination is the way you stare, how your lips curl up lightly when you smile, sometimes your broad hands, but often nothing significant.

I tell you that I know you all the time. It’s one of those times, when my pride hits the ground with shame and sadness. How little do we know about someone? All we know is how they do certain things in a unique way, but nothing profound or a whole picture. I regret your absence more when my memory fails me…

How much I treasure your messages! I look forward to it every morning. And reread it before I go to bed. I’m like a child saving a chocolate for the dessert.

Write to me, I want to ask, but you would say that you believe in the rhythm more than words. I can’t help but feel upset when I think about how I wouldn’t get one letter written for me…

I blame it on dark skies and night times. I am not eccentric, usually. When the night comes around, I feel alive…

Eternal yours,
s.

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I hang my head so low that no one else can see me. They can’t see my eyes—the loneliness and despair behind it. The urge to abandon it all. The desire and impatience to run away from everything that cages me. But I’m a normal, functioning, social being. What they can’t see in me won’t hurt them. I walk home…

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என் காதல் தான் பெரியது
என்று நான் பீற்றிக் கொள்ளும் போதெல்லாம்
மண் வாசம்
மழைக்கு சொந்தமா
மண்ணுக்கு சொந்தமா
நீ உன்னுடையது என்று சொல்லும்
அந்த காதல்
யாருக்கு சொந்தம்
என்கிறான்!

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We are morons
Walking around in circles
Destroying everything
That we stumble upon…

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At which point do we wake up from this dream and realise that humans aren’t capable of half-loves? That We can never be contended with half-loves and expired dreams?

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What a foolishness to think that you can close a door and we won’t speak anymore? I talk to you every day in hundred thousand ways. Hey, the ruler of my heart, forgive me if I don’t endure more pain… not enough to cause a breakthrough.

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