Letter...Him to Me (Suman's POV)

Letter... Him to Me

(Suman's Response)

Letter

There it was

In that book

Crossword Dictionary

Was it his?

Or Library's?

Folded

Crumpled

Yellowed

In time

Distant

How do I read it, now?

Wait

What do I know of letters?

Read in grammar class

Two types

Formal and Informal

A letter

This is

Definitely informal

Intimate, personal

To be read by a friend

Me...

Why did he keep it safe?

After all these years...

Written in absence

Are all letters

Yet

It evokes, draws an image

Of the recipient

Me.

Letters

Are secret

Meant only for two

Sender and recipient

Him and Me

Letters

Are performances

Of a secret

His...

Secret unravelling

Of a sixteen-year old boy's heart.

Letters

Underscores a moment

Foreground the occasion.

So love it was

Then

For him

(Is that true?)

Why did I miss those signs?

How did I miss the signs?

Were there any signs?

And now...

This letter

Are expressions of his feelings, perceptions and belief...

Are remembrances

Enchain and bind

Both of us

Me and Him.

Ten years past

Found

Is it a mere parchment?

Another game

In a book of language games?

Is it

A relic, a monument

A testimony

To the good times

Of

Him and Me.

Of shared happiness

Of our rendezvous

Together

To find a treasure

Monument...

To respect, to honour the dead

Our past

Our memory

Of cycling together

Him

To lose always...

Of eating ice-creams

From his portion as well...

Letter

Is it all

That can be

Ever be?

To bury

Existence of it

And

Move on.

Letters

Read

By Me

Often

By Him

Is it all?

The memory

Ever so beautiful

Now nostalgia...

A lingering flavour

A sweet smell

Same is it

Like the keychain and razor

Impressions simply of first flush of love?

The first time of everything

Beginning of narrative

For him

Death for me

Teenage crush he claimed it

Increased manifold my pain

Child's longing

For me

And yet not

Me.

Ten years

You say have passed

Letter

Found by

Me

Now extinct,

Fossilized in History

A ruin

Is

This the Letter?

Letter

Him laughed at

That smirk

Teasing me again

Letter

Dead

What was that then?

Flirting on the terrace, in the kitchen and near the cupboard

Him

Style it was

Seeking pleasure

Letter

Likewise

Read again and again gives pleasure

But...

Letter

You say

I read it wrong

I say you are telling it wrong.

Letter

Static you say

Travelled and translated

I say

Not an epitaph it is.

True

Letter

Is not that homework which him used to do it for me

Often

And always

Meaning always his

Me

The recipient always.

And his style

Gives me pleasure

(Him not understood it

Relieved me)

Likewise his letter

Me always the recipient.

Day shall come

When me shall be his style

Styling a letter

With each and every

Thought and whisper

Of

Me and Him

Inextricably interwoven

Letter

is

What

Not him made it out to be

Letter is

What me

Shall make it out be

And yet not alone

Like our adventures

Of old

Him

Not the sender

Me not the recipient

But

Together

The maker of our world

Today and tomorrow

And forever.

Written in absence

Are all letters

Yet

It evokes, draws an image

Of the recipient

Me.

Yes in absence it was written but out of naivety of his and so as ours to assume that everything is just the same as it was a decade ago ..Things have change feelings have been compressed and we have grown up to be to practical and love just doesn't fit in.

Letters

Are secret

Meant only for two

Sender and recipient

Him and Me

Yes it was meant to be for the two of you and it will always be that but trust me nothing hold that of a value it once had ... It is a memory which was unpleasant and was there ever love or was it just that attachment and wanting to be with a person being mistaken for love.

Letter

Is it all

That can be

Ever be?

To bury

Existence of it

And

Move on.

You will have to bury it and hold on to what you have now at hand the most important thing for him and maybe you too Friendship .. the base of it all and with time you will find the right path and he might came back to it all.For now bury it all and let's start with baby steps.

And yet not alone

Like our adventures

Of old

Him

Not the sender

Me not the recipient

But

Together

The maker of our world

Today and tomorrow

And forever.

Togetherness it will come with forever and you have got ready for it with growing up and understand where to start and where to finish ... From letting go to keeping it .. From ego to sacrifice ... From naive love to unconditional one

I am ready to cry my heart out with her and the whole tujhe yaad na meri aayi playing in my head