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Letter VII

I had been working on this chapter despite the fact that I had school, the next morning. It's short, compared to the last chapter but I wish it could make up for my absence from wattpad. Hope you like it x

The second time I felt loss

9th of April, 2014

Dear ,

The weather was calm, almost like the state of my mind. The wind remained swift and the sun stood low. 

I was sitting among the grass blades of my grandmother's garden, with a copy of Malgudi Days in my lap. I let my fingers graze over the paperback, knowing that this part of her will never really leave me. The soft, gentle syllables of her melodious voice, the one which my mother inherited, whispered into my ears, deep into the night while everyone was sound asleep. Those shushed giggles, hidden smiles and endless discussions over book characters have haunted my memories till date. Oh, how I wish for her to be here. Had she been here, I would've gotten that eternal teasing that my mother never really bothered herself with. 

I covered the bottom of my face, and that is how the untamed smile met the yellowing pages. It smelled almost like the kind touch of her wrinkled hands. It was not long before I felt myself being evolved into a dull sleep, with the book above my nose.

*

The mild afternoon suddenly turned into a dusty, thrashing evening.

I woke up due to the screams of my mother, wanting me to collect all the clothes that she had put under the sun in order to dry up. I hurriedly grabbed all clothes as I made my way into the house. Some of them kept falling from the huge, untidy pile that I made- adding to my reckless anger. I grabbed the fallen ones and dashed inside the laundry room.

The weather and timings, both had joined hands to further make my life more convulsive. It was in the middle of my rant when I heard my phone ringing. I sighed in defeat and made my way upstairs. All the anger and hostility that I had acquired in that hurry was vanished within a second as i saw your call on my phone. A smile graced my lips as i greeted you. I laughed and smile for like an hour after that, lying on the couch like a hopeless romantic. And maybe, I had become one. 

Because amongst all of this, I remembered what I had forgotten.

The garden was drenched in the shower, small droplets still dripped from the sky as I reached it. The tears were in full force when I saw the hopeless condition of one of my prized-possessions. The book had been covered in dust and wet mud, the ink was almost unreadable and the fragrance that it once held, was now replaced by the smell of wet sand.

I don't know if I will ever throw it away, despite how deplorable the condition of it got. But I do know now, that you are not one of those people who handle things that become shockingly bad in state.