Dear the one, I could write you a whole bunch of letters in the lonely hours of midnight but would you ever read one ? Would you ever care enough to read one ?"

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Lovers turn into strangers
even before being good friends.
Relationships fall apart
at slightest inconvenience.
Heartbreaks last longer
than Romantic dates.
The exchange of curses is more memorable
than the exchange of nick names.
Maybe Love is just simply too much
to ask out of life.

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things were different. I wasn't the same girl anymore who asked questions and laughed like she was the happiest child in the world. Her face was dry. She was numb and sad. Life had turned upside down and she was just trying hard to survive.

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Dear Vishal bhaiya,
Everytime, when I go to you to seek advice, you always give a practical solution to my problems and I always wonder how a person could be so mature and so wise from such a young age ! It's impossible for someone to become this much mature and compassionate without going through difficulties and adverse conditions. You must have been through a lot in your life. you must have strived hard to acquire this maturity and wisdom otherwise you couldn't have related with my problems. And these very thoughts always fill my heart with respect and love for you. And some other questions that always come to my mind are ; when you seek solution to a problem then who is there for you to give you practical guidance ? and Who provides you this strength and inspiration to fight with all the odds of life ? Bhaiya, I learn strength from you. From you, I learn how to struggle with life and yet keep myself kind and sweet despite all the cruelties and rudeness that this world carries. Bhaiya, May God bless you with love and peace and happiness and may you reach at the highest potential of this human life. Advance Happy Birthday.🥳

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#2nd Letter

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Dear Vishal bhaiya,
Only three days left to your birthday and I will be writing three short open letters to you as your birthday gift because I have nothing more to give you but my words. Bhaiya, It was my own brother who had suggested me to write and it was you, my another brother, who had opened the gateway of a poetical universe for me. I had never intended to love writing. Neither did I love poetry in my school days, but the first time when I had read your poems, a voice inside me had whispered, "I love it and I too want to create something of this sort". That was the beginning of my love for art, creativity and poetry. Bhaiya, by writing poems and offering them to this world you added life into my life. My life has been a poem since then. Thank you for your poems. For you, a Whiteman poem that I want to mention here, "This hour I tell things in confidence. I might not tell everybody but I will tell you." Bhaiya, May Authenticity be your crown and your creativity may bring you all the glory that you deserve.

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Perhaps, all the people
I had ever loved were
only woodfairies.
They were the angels
who had come to my life
to save me from my loneliness
atleast for a temporary period
of time.
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Unsent letters of an unrequited lover #3

Letter series

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Sometimes our hearts break and it is part of the process of coming back to ourselves. How did i know if what i thought was good for me was actually good for me ? Maybe what happened with me was actually good for me. Maybe we need to taste grief in order to understand what really happiness is. I will never see the reality of the things because my perception is limited by my past experiences. I will never know what he really thought about me because he will never tell me the truth. Accepting this truth frees me from the bondage of knowingness.

We are so habitual of lying to ourselves and to others that there is always a huge distance between us and the truth. How could we reach at the truth while all the time we are lying and making a fool out of ourselves ?

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A letter to myself.
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