As I Write This Letter...

Sanskaar Maheshwari was a methodical and meticulous man, who always had a plan, a couple of backup plans and maybe, a backup backup plan. It appeared that the Universe approved of his meticulousness, for his life went as he planned, like clockwork; till one fine day, there is a blip in the Universe which causes a disturbance in his life, one for which he had no plan.

For one full year from that fated day, Sanskaar received them daily, come rain or shine; a bouquet of six flowers and a note. The flowers varied, the words differed, the timings were irregular but the bouquet and note were constant. They were so constant that soon Sanskaar accepted the same as part of his daily routine and never paid much attention to them; till the day they stopped, as suddenly as they had started.

Once the notes ceased, their absence became a disruption and Sanskaar starts to miss them. Unknown to him, those notes, unplanned and unexpected, had become a part of him and his life. The onset of the notes had been a minor aberration but the cessation threatens to steal his peace of mind, as he realised that those notes somehow brightened his days.

A part of him also worries about what could have happened to the writer and finally, unable to bear the ordeal of not knowing, why the notes started and why they stopped, he decides to seek out the anonymous letter writer. With nothing but the 365 notes to help him, he sets out on a quest to find the letter writer, one that leads him to a unexpected encounter; for he would meet chaos, a perfectly put together mess which would change his life and turn his world upside down.

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