STRANGE LOVE

 My dear,

I am writing after a very long time. Who writes these days; and to whom? I am afraid you may not read it; it is not even one of the love letters I thought we would be writing each other.

Time has changed, and am I (I thought). I don’t know what to do. It was so easy earlier to say that ‘hey girl I love you’ and now it’s so difficult that now you have to appoint specialist for this. 

Story lines were simpler those days. There was a girl, simply beautifully and vice-versa; and two boys, one innocent and other distinctly bad. It was his ‘innocence’ that won the heart. Now I know it was all wrong; innocents are foolish.

I love u. I know I never said this before. My ma never said it to my pa, or even to me; otherwise I would have learnt.

I don’t know why my voice gets drowned when I want to say, “No, u be superior, but don’t leave me alone”. I have a heart inside me. I never showed that to you. Now I am pouring my heartbeat in this letter. I was angry because you have helped me to hate my mother; but now I am grateful to you for taking out a 'man out of a boy’, and for the pain that lingers.

You took it ‘all’ from me, but love me, as I am. I understand it is too much to ask, but it would be easier than loving a robot, who kisses you ‘good morning’ every day, before he even brushes his teeth.

I love You, I always had (I still don’t know why?)

Yours........................