Dear Elvin

Chapter three

El took out the letter and read it again. He read it for the past 13 times. Each time, he read, he shed drops of tears. He saw the date; it was 1985. 9 long years ago it arrived in his door, but never received it until yesterday.

Sam and El were friends since their childhood. Then in 1978 El's father got a promotion letter and had to transfer to Boston from California. Sam had always love El but could never confess her love and when she did it ...

After the transfer, both of them were in touch for a few months and then in the hurdle of busy life and pressure of education the connection line cut down.

As soon as El got to know about Sam's letter he took the first flight to Boston and went to the lane where he first learned to walk, ride bike ,play with Sam. The faded weather made the street dull too. Nothing was same as it was before. Everything had changed.

The old street of El's had become an unknown destination for him. There were no trees across the street. No bells at Mrs. Ganger's sweet shop. No children on the bench. No photoshop of Mr. Watson where he and Sam had clicked pictures
If there was something then it was only a dark deep silence.
El met Silvia on the debs of California High school. But he had done a grievous mistake which made him to stay with Silvia. He was angry and got drunk.
In the morning El was on an unrecognizable room's  bed undressed . The walls had a faded purple colour. El rubbed his eyes as being completely addled by the atmosphere, El tried to get up but a hand had glommed him very tightly.