The place was same. The gate was also the same, that small alley, the turns on the roads all were same. That house of our, oh I'm sorry it is not our; it is my, the house of my dreams all stood the same.
You remember the swing we added in the garden, where we used to sit together during winter and enjoyed bonfire. When I looked closely, the plant of night jasmine that we planted together had became to big that it is bearing flower now. The fragnance of those night jasmine, haah, reminded me your fragnance. Did you remember those hair bands we made from those flowers? Maybe not, right?
Stepping inside the house, I saw that, everything is in the same way we, ohh no, you.. the same way that you had left. Just a little bit of dust and spider webs has taken shelter. Sorry for that, actually I'm helpless as i cannot do it myself nor i visit this place frequently. Its been 5 years, five years ago you left me to rot here. After you left, this place, this house, those small small things all used to remind me about you. So I made my mind and left this house here and shifted. It was fortunate for me that I was literate enough to earn my living. Remember that day when we ran away from our homes just to live together. The enjoyment of new relationships, the sorrow of old relationships, with a little blushingly, i sat on your bike and left my home. You know till today dad doesn't want to let me in but its okay, its just fate. Oh god look at that, i didn't mean to write this, it was just my...... never mind.
You know when I reached the bedroom my eyes didn't listen to me it watered. It watered for a few minutes. Maybe the love reserved for you, the sorrowness because of you, the happiness for you, all came out from the corner of my eyes. And that is how I have been for the last 5 years. You left this place with just a piece of paper. The words, the letters in that paper shattered my life, my expectations, my trust and my pleasant dream. After returning to the real world, this world, seemed really to cruel for a soul like me. In such a small age when you came to know that the only person you loved, you cared, have betrayed you, is no more with you or by your side, i guess it is normal for them to be depressed. And that is how I have lived from past 5 years.
Today you will the last letter from me. No one will disturb you from today. No one will speak those emotional words for you. Yes it is the last letter from your first wife and maybe long lost lover. I don't think that I have more energy to write. By tomorrow my hands, my eyes, my everything will stop; and most importantly the heart that has your memory will also stop beating. Doctors have said that I have not more than 42 hours. 24hours I have spent it in our old memories and the rest i will just stay at this place and call for my death. Bye bye dear... ohh no, goodbye... if I have done anything wrong just forgive me okay.
your longlost lover..
Ridhima
