A letter to my love

Writing

Nizamuddin east New Delhi 

April, 2016

Aurangzeb Lane

New Delhi 

To

The love of my life

Dear Love,

I write this to you

In hopes of good health

That I know is already there

For the mental scars you brush off

And the physical bruises you hide

I know every inch

Every colour 

Every length 

Every time 

I hope your parents are well

I know it is difficult 

For you and them

To adjust 

To all the changes life

Is throwing at you

So mercilessly 

How is your brother?

I see your relationship evolve 

From can’t live with

To can’t survive without 

I hope he has carved 

A little niche for himself 

As he wanted

Distance

Sometimes 

Truly is a blessing

And finally 

How are you?

I seem to hear nothing at all

How is the person that taught

So many people 

How to live fearlessly 

Living their life?

Have you garnered the strength 

For yourself

That you dutifully lend 

To those around?

Have you mustered up the laughter

That isn’t just a facade 

The laughter that comes

From deep within your blue soul

The one you always invoke 

From every person you see?

Have those stunning hazel eyes

Shed tears that they should 

But cannot

Because they are busy crinkling 

When you smile

While wiping off another’s?

Have the strong shoulders 

You possess 

Sagged in defeat 

After holding up

The weight of others expectations?

Have those gentle hands

Held a pen

A pick

Or your distressed face 

Lately? 

I miss you

Your voice 

That soothes my pain, my worries

Better than any medicine can

Like a wave that washes away

The remains of any destruction 

Left on shore 

By those less thoughtful 

Less caring 

Less loving 

Less

In every way possible 

Than you 

Take care of yourself 

You deserve more

Than what I give

And I deserve none

Of what I get 

But I cannot leave you be

You make me selfish 

Our souls are too intertwined 

Our connection too strong

Physical presence 

Is just an add on

When one heart

Can feel the cracking of another

From miles

And miles

And miles

away

I hope you will think about what

I have

And am trying 

to convey 

That you are not alone

That you have my undying love

Loyalty 

Gratitude 

Faith

And thanks

For I am what I am today

Whatever little it may be

Because of you

Because of everything 

You have made me

Big changes await you and I 

It is a trial

One bigger than others

We have conquered 

Together 

Tumbling And struggling 

But we are too stubborn 

Too proud 

Too stupid

To let anything waiver us

Who we are

As people

Two individuals

Stuck 

Together

Say hi to your parents for me

I hope they haven’t forgotten 

The face

That landed in their domain

Ever so often

But doesn’t 

Anymore 

Due to life

Being as it is

Give my love to your family

For they are my own

I’ll await your reply

Ever so eagerly 

Thanking you

As always

Yours truly

Bunny

Distance is a bitch.

Writing

I’m sure EVERYONE has felt or thought that at some point or another. Your meeting is an hour away, you’re stuck in traffic, your best friend moves to another country, your elder sibling moves away for college and so many other examples.
Distance, really does suck

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And yes, we do have this magical thing called the internet and applications like Skype and FaceTime and whatnot, but really, they’re only useful to a certain extent. When you Skype with someone or talk to them over the phone, you can see them laugh, you can hear them laugh, but you can’t Feel them laugh. That’s the thing. The internet may join our voices and minds, but the physical close and intimacy is missing. I repeat,
Distance sucks

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Also, distance takes a lot out of two people. Not all relationships can survive the test of distance and time. Let’s take for example, the inspiration for this post- my cousin in America. She’s coming down to India after years, and we don’t talk at all. We don’t have problems with each other and there’s barely any awkwardness when she’s actually here, but the point is, it all changes when she goes back. There’s no contact, because our bond isn’t strong enough to survive its hardships. We love her, but distance doesn’t love us.

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But there are two sides to this coin. While distance may lessen affection in some cases, it strengthens and increases some in others. Like my elder cousin that’s here, she has an amazing relationship with the one that’s in America. Again, bonds and perspective.
I guess distance and love, really intertwined.
But seriously,
Distance is a bitch.

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