Deyasini Thinks

 I wrote this when I was eighteen and I lost it. After six years, I post it because experiences like these are too precious to be lost or forgotten to time. Also, my time in my hometown never fails to bring back memories- fond and painful, decisions- impulsive and coordinated and when these memories hit, I would like someone to know. Because otherwise, its a waste and this is just too good to be wasted. That's it. Here we go: " Dear past-lover, I hope this letter finds you just fine, happier and better than you were in my company. Someone had once advised me to love wholly, completely: with all my soul. If love stays, fine. If love is shattered, you shall grow more creative. He was right. In fact, the only reason I started writing was because I needed somebody else to feel my pain. Anybody! A stranger, a teacher or a neighbor. I believed that if somehow I could address the sheer void I felt inside me, perhaps, I might be able to get over you. I wished every night before going ...