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The sun it rises and it sets

In my prison all is dark !(Lower Depths, Maxim Gorky)

Dear Friend,

It has been long that I wrote you. Most of time mood swings and while I try to write something to you, I end up doing something else. The post Beijing days have been really very hard because all the things are bumping like never before. I have been restless. Totally restless. I have lost myself to many extents these days. But what kind of busy I am, I really don’t know.

Without you all life is solitary…and I have started living with this Pipe Dream. It is really very fantastic to live with pipe dream. I get relieved.

You know leading a solitary life is so hard but so obvious; there is no other way at all. I am so used to doing things alone and yes without you and without your involvement in everything.

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You were always magical. You spoke magically. Your eyes were magical. Every word of yours was such that it created a sensation in me. I loved( still cherish) everything about you. Sometimes I wonder do you remember me a bit? You seldom do that. Love is freedom. I gifted you that freedom a long time ago. I have no intention to harm you even from this writing. Whenever, I try to write something then I remember your parting words,”Don’t write about us ever, I can’t bear”. How can this be possible? How can I stop loving you? How can I harm you?

Your absence gives a lot of heartaches. You have left me with a thirst, hunger and a quest for love. I am in quest, quest for your love. Your love. Your long lost love. I clearly know your love is someone else property now. I will never find the treasure of your love.