Day-Seven...

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We were on chat, just like any other day, and she asked me to do something special for her.

"Shillang, I want you to write me an email every day, before you sleep. They will be with me and I will read them over and over, whenever I miss you."

But, breaking her sweet expectation I replied, "Hmm....I will try. But I don't know if I can do it after such hectic days. Office, CAT, chats, dinner....there is so much, you know."

I said that not because I didn't want to writer the emails, but because I wanted to give her a beautiful surprise.

I wrote a diary for her.

Somehow, I believed that handwritten words carry much more meaning and much more feeling in them. They have a special something that can't be conveyed in sterile, electronic emails. I didn't tell her about it, but at the end of everyday , I started writing my feelings for her in a diary. Each and every page described how I missed her, what all I wanted to do had she been with me, wrote small verses for her. And her half-sketched picture which I drew while thinking of her, but left incomplete when I realized I was a poor artist.


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