Letter #3

It is always scary thinking about the future plus futile. Bleh! 

But I always end up thinking about it. 

Most of the times I end up doing things I am not supposed to and always it teaches me something.  Yay for that. 

Oh I won a gold medal for best artwork from all four years. I guess you already know? :)
Love

Letter #2

How stupid we all are!  That you knew ages ago,  sigh.  If everyone knew how precious life is I bet we would never be fighting over trivial things. All these small things which upset you,  ruin your day,  weeks maybe , all the fights,  petty issues,  why. Why do we forget all the beautiful,  kind,  wonderful things, stories, people out there and waste our time and energy on things which will never matter,  why,  why do people do that all the time?  Everywhere? Every single day?  Every second every minute there is a fight going on. Please if only there was something to make it all stop. I know you can't help. I wish you could. I would have loved to listen to what you've got to say.
Love.

Letter #1

So it's been almost seven years since the last time I saw you and I wonder how is everything there? Is it too cloudy? Too dazzling? 
All those times you talked about being a 'maha tara' / great star. You knew didn't you? Well back then I never took anything seriously , sorry about that.
Love.

A random day.

I wake up late, miss college.

There is this smell I  love , the one I long for.

I notice something different about the air , it is calm.

The curtains look different, they are a tinge I know ,

Even the shadows cast around the room.

 But it can't be, it is way too early. 

I walk across the room to the curtains , brush them aside.

There it is everywhere, glistening on tiny leaves, on the edge of the grills,

Everything seems as if someone has cast a darker tone to every object around you. 

I close my eyes and smile. 

For I feel blessed.

These places

And then there are these places,
Absolutely ridiculously perfect,
Too perfect for you to acknowledge their existence,
But there they are,
Present
And that is beauty,
Untouched
Not manipulated,
Just sheer beauty
In it's purest form,
Everywhere.

Before sunrise

Everyone wants a little bit of magic, something out of this realm to happen,  something that takes our breath away,  leaves us stupified. And those numerous ridiculously perfect tales registered in our brain,  there is a bar that is set and most of the times we are so busy  concentrating , waiting for that one moment to unfold,  we miss out on the several tiny beautiful things unfolding besides us.

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