Letter 46

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Dear Ardere,

These gusts of giddiness I get when I plan the moment of confession are making my mind go crazy. The options represented in front of me about how I should go with the proceedings are puzzling . Shall I sit on one knee and offer my heart in an open platter or shall I hand you one of the finest flowers? Shall I hug you when you say yes or Shall I fall down in disbelief? Shall I thank the god for blessing my wishes or shall I thank you for listening to my heart?

These questions can't be answered by me alone. Only an inch closer I need to move to open the pandora box, only then the mystery will come undone. I tredge hurriedly towards the box of testimonies.

The gods will be the jury, the demons shall be the judge of my actions. I shall stand in front of you and lay out my intentions.

Yours,
Asura

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