Dooriyan diaries

P.S. (Not the P.S you are thinking about)

The format of this update is different.It has long passages but I think you will like it. So read it in full. Try not to skip.

One day morning, she finds a letter waiting for her at the table with a box of flowers. She sits by the window, soaking in the sun and looks at those beautiful pink roses. She opens the letter.

Dear Anokhi,

I know yeh old school hai. But what do I say I am a bit old school. I was watching a film yesterday where the guy writes something for the girl he loves, puts in a bottle and throws it into the sea and the girl finds it years later as she was sitting by the sea. She finds out that the guy loved her all along. She just didn't know it. So I thought kyu naa mein bhi ek letter likhun for my would be wife. So jaan, how are you doing? You remember letter writing in school and all those flamboyant phrases we put in to our letters to get higher grades, stuff like- hope this finds you in the pick of health, or sailing in the ship of happiness. You remember us arranging things in neat paragraphs and trying not to exceed the word count? I am sure you do. You and me both CBSC. So we have shares experiences I am sure. Its So strange that we have so many tiny, similarities in our lives even before we met. You remember the elaborate grade cards that we had? That time it felt so important.  Life has turned all of those things unimportant. You know most of what seems significant now will not be able to stand the test of time. But what is going to stand the test of time is you, your small victories, your learnings, your growth and hopefully our love. You know as I was starting to write this out I didn't know what to write. I mean I love you's? Should I be writing about our memories? But those are moving, living images that I can't reduce to words? Should I talk about how I have been? But you would know how I have been. In the end I just decided to write.  And words found their way through all of that confusion.  I realize no matter how much I talk, I mean write there is always going to be more to say. So I hope there is always a lot left to talk between us. I hope we always keep talking. I hope conversation runs like an infinite rail road between us. By the way, can you please write me a letter? So that we have these letters to preserve and can read them 10 years later, laughing about flamboyant, out-dated archaic phrases used to express evergreen love.

From the guy who scored 4/5 in letter writing,
Also from the guy who hopes to score 5/5 in love
Yours forever,
Shaurya

P.S.... For your eyes only. I don't wear lipstick so you won't be able to find it but I promised I did kiss the letter.

Anokhi kissed the letter multiple times and maybe their lips did meet on the page.

Anokhi takes out her special pen which Shaurya had gifted her and tore a page from her diary.

Dear Shaurya,

Your letter was so beautiful. I am going to keep it with me for life. I am going to bury it in my heart where it will be only for my eyes. Aur yeh idea this is just like you, the part you I like. Tumne badi planning ki hogi aur sochkar har shabd likha hoga.  But I never thought to write to you ever. So, I unlike you really don't know what to say. Except that I love you and think of all the time. I think of you as I turn in my bed when the sunshine hits my face. I think of you when I turn towards the soft moonlight at night. Because every turn that I make reminds me of the happy struggle that making turns was when I was in your arms, because you held me so tight. Whenever I make a quick move, I think I see a bit of flash of you. This is filmy but true. When I take that long walk from class to hostel because my cycle was punctured and the day was a mess I don't know but I can feel your hand, yet I don't look sideways. If I were to look sideways, I would not find you. Instead I prefer to be in the illusion that you walk by my side. I miss just being around you because you made every space mine when you were in it. I miss all those unsaid words. I miss the process of speaking through nothing with you. I miss your voice. I miss the voice of yours when you would beside me, you skin touching mine. By the way I miss that our skin touching each other. I don't like this air anymore around me because now it now more smells of your perfume. I miss everything about you. Everything that I don't know how to say.... I know this was a sloppy, over the top letter but I was never good at writing letters. But I am good at making love to you so much so that I can make love to you through words. At that thought, let .e keep the letter to love and we take up lust in some other letter of ours. I want to keep writing to you. This is truly special. But more than that I want to know what you think of it. I hope to meet you soon so that we can laugh about these letters together. Laugh out loud at our efforts to hold our love against our chest when it has made its permanent home within that very chest. But still this gives us something to laugh about. So here is to your laughter.......

Yours forever
Anokhi

P.S- Nothing more to say but just felt nice to write P.S, you know why?