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.
Keep living your dream in the Indian Army.
I miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way.