Yesterday night I found your letter in my least favourite book,creased and slightly crumbled at the edges.
I wish I didn't take it out unless I needed it. But, I didn't open it yesterday too. I placed it safely in other book.
You know, I'm really fine—fine like your broken heart.
Maa says it only aches when it bleeds, and broken hearts don't bleed because they're simply broken pieces,they have nothing,they belongs to nowhere. Maybe you too.
It's been ages and I didn't see you. I hope you're doing well.
Sometimes, when I pass by your house, I see your silhouette playing cricket, but when I get near to you, you're already gone. Life is good dear, but I still pray for your happiness. You love me or you don't, it doesn't matter now. Time has swept you away from me. Far far away. I wish I could tell you that how much I loved you.
It's funny, but I'd really sit two desks away from you in classroom, so that I'd not have to face you, you who was my destruction, you who would keep me wandering.
Because,maa tells that, sane girls don't go running after their destruction. Before I knew that I was a human, I knew that I was a girl. A good girl, because good girls attract good omens. Like you, my life wasn't cherry-blossoms, but it was Baba's wallet. I was a good&sane girl. And you know, Maa always tell that good girls don't speak much, they don't speak to boys. Like I wonder now if you were some alien in my classroom, but no, you were always a hopeless joke that would keep me laughing.
Haha, you know, good girls even don't fall in love, so I didn't. I simply was in love, but I didn't fall, because I was good. I wish, if someday I meet Maa, I want to tell her that good girls are thistles that secrete poison in their hearts and someday if they speak out, they prick you to death.
But today, I'm merely the unspoken words hanging down between sanity and insanity. All these days I thought you loved me, me who refused to open the letter you left for me, but today I was courage who opened it. I was blooming until I found out that it was for someone else, who you asked me to give to. I loved you, but I wish you had,I wish she had too. But dear, spring never knocks at our door. ...