FOLDED SECRETS

OUR PERFECT HORIZON

Mr. Nair, as he sat on his office chair, gazing aimlessly at the wall, his phone vibrated. It was his nephew, Stella.
“Hello dear!”
“Hi uncle! Are you busy?”
“Not really! Is there something?”
“Uncle, my friend was to get a letter delivered. But somehow it is being delayed. Can you check it out?”
“Her name and the delivery address?”
“Belly from St. Lavander Colony, P.N. Road”
“Ok...let me check. I’ll get to you after a minute.”
“Ok!”
Mr. Nair searched the name and address on his computer. He found the letter being arrived at his office 3 months back. He called one of his assistant to check if the letter is under the heap of undelivered letters.

The lunch time was over. His assistant did a good job searching through the heap but was not fruitful.

Now only one last box was yet to be unpacked. Hopping on it , the middle-aged man who was by now worn out, haphazardly penetrated onto the letters.

A thunderous sound woke up the Mr. Nair who was drowsy after his lunch break. Mr. Nair gushed out of his room. There stood his fatigued assistant with a crumpled letter on his hand.

Mr. Nair took the letter and called his nephew about it. Two days later, Stella and Belly came to receive the letter.
Belly took the letter in a confused state. She took a sit and calmly opened the letter. The two could see Belly’s curled lips that wasn’t synchronized by her moistured eyes.

Soon the waterworks made its way to her cheeks and in no time Belly was sobbing.

Stella took the letter from her and read--

“Sorry! Sorry Stella! I know its abrupt to start with a sorry but remember that’s how you came into my life. The second semester, when we bumped into each other and you said sorry, believe me when I say this, that ‘sorry’ was the sweetest word and that bump was the righteous thing that ever happened to me.
You are the one who always stood next to me, yet can never be a part of me. Like the reflection in water, which never gets wet.I always thought of becoming the only one in your heart, didn’t even realize it was pre-occupied.
It isn’t a problem at all as I know my place. Whether you love me or not, believe me, it really doesn’t matter now. It’s enough since I love you.
Like the thoughts about you, your memories will also evaporate, just like my wet pillow that dries up every morning.
My heart aches every time I breathe.......
Now I realize how heavy our memories were.
Don’t worry I just need some time.
Don’t worry I won’t make a scene.
Don’t worry no one cares about my unrequited story.
But I’ll wait....I’ll wait in the place where our perfect Horizon would allow us to meet.
I wonder whether or not you can see it too, that I have already stopped reacting to meaningless things these days. I just don’t want to go ‘on’ on my own.
I can’t figure it out if this persistence and stubbornness is a win or failure. The ‘me’ right now got lost, love got lost.

Believe me it took a lot of courage to pen down all these but maybe its the only thing I can do now.

Don’t worry I just need some time. Don’t worry I won’t make a scene. Don’t worry no one cares about unrequited story. But I’ll wait....I’ll wait for the place where our perfect Horizon would allow us to meet.”

Looking at the corner of the letter, her lips dried. It read “Jacky”

BUT...BUT...Jacky ....

Mr. Nair who watched the sobbing ladies silently, now spoke up. “Ok! Enough of this crying. Is it that serious?”

“Uncle...Uncle...” Stella sat on the floor with a thud still weeping.

“Ooo..Be careful dear.” Mr. Nair patted on her back.

“Uncle, Its a letter from my friend...” Stella continued, “But...yesterday itself we went for his funeral rites...” Stella and Benny continued to wail.