Thoughts to Words

Dear Aman, When your heart was secretly hoping that time would not race against it but hold your hands like a friend who is true, I cried and felt helpless as you battled the terminal illness feeding on your health, the helplessness was making me angry. When you asked me to give love another chance I promised you I would but I kept my fingers crossed at first. Love was not the problem you see, losing the one you love was. Then when I saw you seizing your days even before the sun could rise and walking through life with so much love that sunsets were more hopeful than they could ever be, you somehow persuaded me to keep my promise. I still have my fears but my hopes are stronger and can win over them. Your translation of Carpe diem will always be my favourite and no one can replace it. I could have written this letter to you over the weekend but I pulled out a pen and paper right away because I am not sure if... Kal ho na ho. Lots of love, Songbriti

Dear Temporary, I see you standing on a pedestal with an hourglass covering the nudity of your inconsistency. The sand is smudged all over you with fine particles giving out miniature forms of what is apparently perceived to be in control and how it will dissolve into the sphere of nothingness as the Earth orbits the Sun complaining about the loss of equilibrium humans have in their lives due to their probable stupidity of leaning on expectations that will collapse sooner than a rainbow is lost to sight. I hate to admit that although you come with a cautionary tattoo on your forehead, I cannot accept you for who you are. Why do you have to be so despicable by reminding me of your iffy trait? Whenever I sense your touch upon my relationships I run away without giving closure to any of them. I run so fast that when I stop I do not even feel that anything ever existed in the first place. “Out of sight is out of mind.” Is it really so? The fear of loss terrifies me so bad tha...