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Letter to Lady Beetle

Dear Lady Beetle,

Please give me back those letters, that I gave you three years ago. Its been long time that we started being the victim of communication gap. I have forgotten so many of my other friends, who used to mess up with me three years ago. But you are the exceptoin. I could have forgotten you too. But I could not forget my letters that I gave to you. you know dear LB (Lady Beetle), i miss those letters more than you. In my life time i have rarely written letters. But it was the first of time and it was the last of time and obviously it was the best of time. I remember, 3 years ago, while giving those letters to you how terribely my hands were tremerring. Well, i have not forgotten the day, I have not forgotten the moments, I remeber the moments shared with you. My novice heart used to think, that would last forever, I used to think we would always keep on holding eachother's hand and singing and dancing. But u know LB, god had never promised flower strewn path ahead, he had never promised sun without rain and he had never promised peace without pain. The greatest part of the human conscience is to collect courage to face the sunshine again.

Dear lady beetle, there was a gap of three days between the first paragraph and this one. Sometimes i feel pitty to myself for being the victim of time itself, and being a self prisioner. I wish i could do whatever i like, but things are not easily decodable.

Albert had called me hours ago. He still asks about you to tease me though i have already told him about everything between you and me. Dear lady beetle, finally everything turned towards the way we didn't expected. happiness that used to ooze from our togetherness turned us apart forver. Do you know lady beetle,  we tried to touch the cloud in the horizon, and it was the same horizon through which all the dreams dissolved. Sometimes i wonder about the height of the dream, size of the dream, color of the dream and obviously frequency of the dream. I breath dream,i sleep dream, i see dream and i dream of dream.

Once upon a time, i used to dream of flying like a birds. The maturiry and the complexity over the cosmic movement taught me to dream of future and career. Years of my life, I shared my dreams with my family,my mom dad, brother and sister(i still share), the bandwidth of the dream kept on changing. And on a beautiful day, all da dreams of my life stopped at your eyes. Not only my dreams my heart, my love my passion everything stopped at that junction. I believed the then, that I was also a part of your dreams, but on another horrible day, you caught your way to Manhutton and I caught my way to California. Since then our dreams have never met eachother. Sometimes i send my cares to the wind, but the storm from Mexico Golf engulfs that wind....

thats all for now

cherrs!

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