A letter addressed to the other side of the border.
Originally posted on Sara Yawar: I feel quite restive as I write this down. Pouring my heart out in front of people is a sentiment completely alien to me. Especially if they are mere viewers who will be reading this from behind their screens. Completely unknown to me. But I believe the time is just…
Sometime during the lockdown of 2020, we met through this blogging platform. Three years since, her letter to me on my wedding day, leave me feeling this gap and distance, physically.
In an increasingly borderless world,
we are still segregated by ineffaceable
decades old lines
in the minds,
looking back in time.
Pouring my heart out in front of people is a sentiment completely alien to me. Especially if they are mere viewers who will be reading this from behind their screens. Completely unknown to me.
But I believe the time is just about right.
Dearest Namrata,
It feels strange that I had to type out this letter instead of writing it by hand, and the circumstances are even stranger, since our borders inhibit us from exchanging any mementos. I still remember the day when this blog notified me of scoring my first follower, and it happened to be you. Instantly feeling the need to reach out, I sent out an email and our brief correspondence led us to exchanging numbers. Since then, we have shared so much – on love, on family, on life – and certain conversations that I could perhaps…
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