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Hey there all the lovely people!!
It's Sunday and I am back with another stupid fanfic. It's super weird 😳
OS : Dear Kanak
Dear Kanak
It's been a while since I last talked to you, please accept my apologies for that, or should I hold my ears the way you always did when you made a mess or riot in the house.. okay won't go there again, as it's been a long time since you did that, you have sobered up quite much, that sometimes I miss your earlier version, Kanak .1... but still it's amazing having you around all the time, not actually but still I feel that you are always with me. A few days back while cleaning my cupboard your Payal got hooked in my sleeve, and hours just passed watching it... it has so many memories attached to it, first time I gifted them, you renounced them as chains,and later they became a part of you, you walked around with it jingling, and my heart beat always increased even if it sounded from a distance, I would know you were coming my way. The way you looked at me with contempt at night, I can still vision it clearly, you screamed at me to remove the chains, but I didn't do much except loosen it a bit. You just looked at me with helpless fury, and I loved it when you got angry, as you looked like an angry mice, red nose and fuming in annoyance. I loved watching you change, your mood swings, swinging and swaying like chimes, sometimes silent and sometimes noisy. I had always believed that wife is a husbands' shadow, but you somehow changed my perspective, you became the light of my life, you didn't become my reflection, but became the mirror for me to reflect myself in. You read out my flaws aloud, you didn't mince your criticism regarding me or my belief, for you always had a different perspective, another angle to the same story. No matter where we stood be it on the opposite sides of the road, river or bridge, it was the sides of the same picture, we stood at the same road or bridge. We both were present in that moment with our point of views... it's isn't that I was always wrong and you alway right, but it actually helps to have a critic around. Right or wrong depends on where one stands and sees, for me the sun rose, my day started when you yawned your way to the bathroom and emerged out in droplets of water hanging by your hair and dripping on you back. I watched you get ready every single day, your things still await you, your jewelry, your space, your side of the bed, and me. I watched the door every time the wind rustles, or the bell rings, or some chaos is ensued... I look for you in everything, i miss you and I love you. It's weird that I never thought it was important to express the love I had for you, I never said that I loved you, I remember when you said that 'every girl dreams of a Prince Charming and there is this picture that's forms, it changes with time' -- I didn't realize that, that girl was you, you had dreams and imaginations like that, you also wanted a knight in a shiny armor - yes I secretly read the book you had so carefully hidden amongst my books. I facepalmed myself while reading and now I can't believe I was so dumb headed that I couldn't add everything up. The book, you and the idea of prince. It wasn't me the stoic disciplined hardened man you wanted but a person who would be your equal, neither above nor below, you who could make you dreamy, romantic and be yourself. I was none of it - and I was wrong, although I didn't realize it at that time. Change is the law of nature, and with time a person too has to change, and you brought that change in me, you opened me up in ways that I had never imagined. I never thought I could have loved you the way I do now. Love that burns me up every day, but without which I wouldn't exist. Your love gives me the power to live, live without you.
My ultimate truth, my existence without you, is incomplete yet I live everyday. I hope you would return someday and this hope has been my support, my love for you keeps me going.
Uma kept the pen down, looked over to the precise handwriting, another blackened page in his diary, as the dairy absorbed his emotions, for now that diary was his secret keeper. Things which he could never say out aloud were written with precision on the crips paper and then the diary would return to its place, a darkened corner in the cupboard and await the next time Uma felt like sharing Kanak with it.
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