A Love Letter – (Blog-a-Ton 6)
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 6; the sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.
Before reading on, I would request you to first read my entry for Blog-a-Ton 4 here, since this post is a sequel. Without having a look at the first post, this one might not make too much sense. Cheers 🙂
Anushka, my love,
I don’t know why I am replying to your last letter now; I know I do not need to, after almost two months. I have already spoken to you the very next day after the incident. But I feel there are lots of things that remained unspoken then.
I was disturbed when I read that you expect me to break up with you. Hence, I thought I should tell you now why and how I fell in love with you. I was the super brilliant law school senior, on whom scores of girls had a crush on. I was the typical hero-worship material – class topper, excellent in debating, captain of the university football team and.. a little good looking, too. I never had the time for any girl in my life then, and I was not interested in anyone, too. That, I guess, made me the most eligible and sought-after single guy on campus. I used to be cornered by girls, approached in the guise of request for academic help and even propositioned openly. But I never cared a damn.
Then one day, I received your letter! I could not believe my eyes that anyone could write a letter in this century! I must confess that I loved your letter- each and every word, the style and the language. I could clearly picture a person through those sentences. I imagined you would sit on your table, rest your chin on one hand and write neatly, in perfect handwriting, words which conveyed your whole personality.
You wrote to me on behalf of your friend and beseeched me as to why I was not paying any attention to her fervour proclamation of love. I was curious and wanted to meet you to know whether what I thought about you was correct or not. I remember cornering you in the corridor the next day, asking you to meet me at the cafe for discussing your friend and…the rest, as the cliché goes, is history 🙂
I never told you this, but believe me, I guess I understood you more not because of our frequent dates but from all your letters. I realised you were vulnerable, soft-spoken, emotionally scarred with a longing for care and love; even though it was not apparent on your ever-smiling face. You wrote in your last letter how you never expressed to me the neglect that you suffered throughout your life, but I guess, I always knew the bitterness. I always had this supreme urge to hug you and ease away all your pain. Did I ever tell you that I love you like no one else? I want to protect you from all worries and neglect; and give you all the warmth and affection I am capable of.
Never ever think of killing yourself again. Didn’t you think for once how it might affect me? I know there have been issues between us, due to the distance, but all that is past us now. When I received your last letter, I remembered your first letter to me and I immediately realised that instead of those international phone calls, we should have conversed only through letters. I can read your soul in them. And I see mine in them, too.
When Ayush called me next day to inform me of the incident, he also told me something else. He told me that he always shared with you whatever love he received from your parents, by loving you with all his heart.
You just have to extend your hand, and you shall receive all the love that you always craved for, but missed till date because you were blinded by hurt and bitterness.
Yours and yours only,