Chittiyan.

With every beat of my heart, my soul whispers your name.

(16 February, 1952)

To,
The bright part of my soul.

Hello, my love. Well, well, you are quite right. That is exactly what I was aiming for and I am very pleased with myself knowing that I was successful in rendering you of all your senses, quoting as you said. Knowing you, I can also say that you definitely liked it, didn't you?

My love, you have quite a way with words, your words are very well succeeding in making my heart flutter in my chest, making it bloom with flowers, a garden might as well I say, you are very well aware of the effect you have on me. Well, I am not complaining, your letters are, after all, the only sense of peace I have in my life, as you know it. I consider myself the luckiest as well, knowing that I am your home, your safe haven, as you are mine. Nothing fazes me anymore, for I am aware that whether it is spring or downpour, whether it is the harsh winter or the merciless summer, you will be with me, in love or hurt, in smiles or tears and in joy or pain. You will be with me, no matter what and knowing that has soothed my heart, for ages to come and I am extremely thankful for it. I am extremely thankful for you, my love.

You might think that rain is something I adore the most in this world. Well, you are wrong, my love, there is nothing that I adore more than you. Everything had lost its charm without you, my beloved. Rain does not feel the same without you, it is not refreshing but rather gloomy now. I do not get drenched in the rain anymore, for the real ecstasy was in knowing you were always admiring me from afar when I did do that. Now what is there in the rain when I am aware that you are not here, observing my every step with your fond dimpled smile? (I know everything, my love). As I said, everything had lost its charm without you, my sweetheart. It is as if I had forgotten how to live, which is not surprising considering my soul is not with me. I sit with the moon every night, hoping for it to convey my emotions to you but even the chaandni does not feel as gentle on my flesh, without you it is tormenting and cold as well, it is as if the stars has dimmed with your absence and even the moon has turned its back on me, leaving me with only the memory of your smile in means of comfort.

But despite all of this, the love, the devotion my heart feels towards you continues to grow, much to my joy. Your love shines in my eyes, streams in my tears, flows in my body alongside my blood, dances on my lips with each smile and always echoes in my laughter, the smiles and laughter you are the reason of. Your love sustains me, my love, similarly to the sun sustaining the mother earth and all its creatures. Your love is the chaos, thrill and ecstasy of my life and yet the only calm, peace and comfort. If you listen closely, with every beat of my heart, you can hear your name being echoed, a constant melody that gives me life. With every breath I draw, my soul chants your name, for it is nothing but hopelessly, utterly, and wholly devoted to you, my love.

May we see each other's smile before long and I again get to hear my favourite sound, that is your voice. May our love and connection continue to grow till an eternity, and my heart always beats relentlessly at the mention of your name. Keeping you in my thoughts, every moment of my days and nights, similarly to you, my love.

With love.
Yours, till every star in the sky dies.
Ishan.

Tere bin baarish-e sookhi aur dil ki zami banzar aur be-jaan hai,
Rooh meri saans leti hai tujhme, thujhse hi isme Jaan hai,
Mohabbat hai tu meri, Ishq bhi tu hi hai,
Ye zindagi be-Noor hai, jaan-e-dil Jab se gaya tu mujhse door hai.

(Translation- Without you the rain is dry (lifeless) and the surface of my heart is barren and desolate,
My soul breathes in you, and from you alone, it feels alive,
You are my love and you are my passion,
This life has been dull (lacking vibrancy), My love, since the moment you went away from me.)

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Hello, my favourite people. How'd you doing? You know, I noticed my stories are almost always overly sentimental, well, that is because I'm overly sentimental. These dialogues I write, I sometimes actually throw these into random everyday conversations (Of course, with my loved ones, but you get the gist) Think about the poor people jo mujhe jhelte hai, oh, lord!!

Also, excuse my shayari, I rarely write urdu shayaris so they might not be good but it is what it is.

One more thing, what do you guys think of the title choice for each letter? I think it's kind cute.

Okay, good thing of the day- I got to enjoy one of my favourite treats today and my favourite author updated one of my comfort fics, so a good day indeed.
Your turn now, share your good thing-

Okay, enough of my blabbering now, bye-bye. Tell me if you liked the chapter.

Take care.
Love ya 💖💞