Dear Diary, Letters to the Lover

Grow old with me. The best is yet to be.

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The soldier obliged with a photograph of the letters. He keeps them neatly stacked in a file called “Rendezvous”

 

Dear Soldier,

 

It is a quiet June night , way past midnight.It is all darkness under a thin glowing veil cast by twinkling stars in a clear, dense sky. I am sitting near a window overlooking the park. The curtain can barely cover the yellow light straining through the huge sodium light on the road, shedding a pale luminous dust on the things in the room.It feels as if its neither day nor night, just the intermingling .  And here I am , smiling while writing this curious anecdote to you. Is this what we will become years later- your ending and my beginning  fused into one another.  As if there is no I or you.So intimate that my hand on your chest is your hand. So intimate that when I fall asleep , it is your eyes that close.

I am quoting some lines of Beethoven here.

Be calm; for only by calmly considering our lives can we achieve our purpose to live together.  Be calm, love me, today yesterday – what tearful longing for you, for you, you my life my all.  All good wishes to you – Oh, do continue to love me, never misjudge your lover’s most faithful heart.

Ever yours.

Ever mine.

Ever ours.”

 

Keep living your dream in the Indian Army.

I miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way.

Love Always,

S

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