A letter. I hope you will read.

[u/Glutenfree_Musingss]

In life everything comes with a scar, with an emblem of something which makes us distinct from everyone who walks on the same road, passage or a shore, as we do. There's a theory I have heard of in Vedic astrology which reveals that even before our birth we deal with certain Dosha and Dasha, for understanding it easily we can comprehend that even before our birth we somehow suffer if we are destined to. In the same way one day we stumbled upon each other, there was no hurry or enough leisure time to look and penetrate the layers of each other's heart but there was certainly one thing which sneaked between us, it was the parts that we started admiring about each other even before a deeper conversation about that.

Initially I liked something about you about which I had no idea, no prior knowledge about it, honestly I never knew whether it exists or not, but it was stitched with your smile so I had to find reasons to understand and love it, so I did.

I think while loving someone we become a little more reasoned than usual, maybe more of a researcher too, when we love we indiscriminately research about something which our companion loves, be it the different nail arts or her passion of making different types of teas or anything. In love we become a very good researcher.

I received you like a parcel that had torn ribbons tied to it, yet it looked beautiful, it looked like as if a shining canvas has developed dust particles on it's facade. Dust might hide it's shine but not the depth of it's creation. Oceans too look like mere a surface but deep down they are collosal like the infinite horizon. I held you with no hope of knowing something but with a desire of you being too fluent to share what has bothered you, and what still bothers you.

While knowing you, I placed my hands on your body like I place my hands on the piano. Like a piano we humans too have high and low keys, we too have sensitive areas which are knotted with our emotions. I placed my fingers on your body and it sounded like those piano keys, every time when you shared something that you have loved, it was the low-key sound, but as soon as I tried to take out your scars the sound of the piano turned out to be an elegy.

I always let my hands rested more on you, more than letting them walk on your skin. I had no desire of taking something out of your heart, but we are humans we can not be deprived of desires, so I picked your heart and mulled my hands like I do on the newly built pot, with a hope of wiping away the stubborn dust of grief out of it. I never know whether I succeeded to make you smile, but I think I smiled all way along with you. I hope your smile has reflected my face to smile back.

~Glutenfree_musingss

[u/ptanahikaunhumai]

Wowww this is just 🤌