An Open Letter, To The Soul Named Love

"Though we met under the ambiguous light of a monsoon sky, our skin was clear and keen, the wetness of the season infiltrating our minds through our bodies"—

Soaked in the aroma of a divine friendship, our journey started two years ago, from the beginning days of the month of Valentine. I know that you seldom believe in omens, but in our case, however, it turned out to be a good omen, at least I believe that. Your approach towards my much loved form of art did set you away from others in my visionary. It was you who taught me (us) the real difference between Theatre and Drama. I believe that you remember I call you my personal Satyajit Ray. The main reason behind entitling you in this way is your hunger for details and your amazing quality of explaining intricate concepts through simple words. That's what enables a person to show the correct path to his team and that's exactly what enables a person to DIRECT. Yes, you do have the fire of determination simmering in your heart. It just needs a soft blow through the lips of love, and then magic happens.

Retracing the path that both of us covered, without each other's company though, we did drench in the heavy downpour of tears and regret. I got blindsided by your ignorance, but did never allow my soul to erase your name from the depths of my heart. Whenever the sinister thoughts of life encircle me, our memories became one of my saviours. Throughout my entire life till date, I valued friendship, so much so, that life gets immense pleasure in testing the strength of my commitment towards friendship.

Kindness shapes your silhouette, with the calibrated reflections of self-control. Your piercing habit of drinking the virulent nectar of agony has only affected your health, without leaving even a scar on your heart, which is as pure and spongy as freshly toasted Marshmallows.

I love you when you unmask the wounds of your heart before me; I love you when you try to soften your pain with the composure of my eyes. I love you when we share our tears; I love you when I step onto the scorching streets of your locality with bare feet. You are embedded in my verse of love; you are etched in my metaphors of friendship.

Our abode of love is not immersed in the false fluid of physical pleasure. The crevices of our once lost hopes shall slowly be filled with the molten plaster of support, which shall solidify with time to strengthen the building blocks of our relationship. If we remain together, supporting each other throughout life, the cauldron of our unmet expectations will be emptied with time and refilled by the divine juice of profound love, reflecting the robust sunlight of friendship, while floating in the whirlpool of timeless tunes. The fireflies of promises shall keep dazzling in our collage of life. If I choose to be your incessant hymn, would you be my seamless language, without any halt?

"Ultimately we are two broken pieces, striving to make a new jigsaw puzzle"