Season of LOVE


Season of LOVE - An anthology of Short Stories already published and appreciated on blog.
I have been planning on doing this for quite some time now. Since this anthology is going to be self-published there is no obligation to remove the stories from the blog. Many people might find it funny, asking questions like "who will buy the book if the stories are already available on blog?" My answer is, this book will be bought by those people to whom having these stories in book format means something. Details of the book coming soon, meanwhile enjoy the two fiction letters picked up from two different stories featuring in this Anthology.

From 'Her Memories':
Dear Rohan,

I miss you. I know I have said this several times over the phone but I wanted to say it once more. The moment the train moved out of the station I could feel the emptiness within me. It seemed as if a part of me was being taken away from me. I stared at the train until I could see it no more. It was because of the tears rather than the distance covered by the train. I am a no-tears person. Or, you can say- that is what I believed all these years. Even I was surprised when I tasted the salt of the tears on my lips. That is when I realized I was crying. Everyone at the station was staring at me. A few were looking at me with the expression of “we-know-how-you-feel” and all I wanted to do was cry out loud. I wanted to be invisible or at least wanted others to leave me alone. The right thing to do would have been walking out of the station but I could not move. I did not want to move. I was hoping that you’d change your mind and come back. How selfish of me, right? Would you believe if I tell you that I stood there at the station for half an hour?

This is the first time I am experiencing something like this. Just today, after we spoke over the phone, I went for a walk and without realizing where I was going I walked to your hostel. The best part, I walked to the watchman and asked him to give you a message that I was waiting for you at the gate. Can you believe it?

What is happening to me? Does being in love feel like this?


I never believed what they showed in movies. We both know how much we both hate all that rosy stuff. Therefore, I was really shocked when I found myself entering Archies Gallery simply because I had to spend the time I usually spent with you. I walked to the Love section and went through the cards, which I would have never done had I been in my senses. Not only that, I ended buying something for you! Don’t worry; it is not a heart shaped balloon. It’s this lovely, cute little greeting card which sings “Nothing’s gonna change my love for you”. Okay, I am lying.


But, yes, I did buy something for you. I seriously hope you come back before I become totally filmy and start singing “kabutar ja ja ja” at the top of my voice, standing on the terrace of my building and waving goodbye to the pigeons of my area!


On a serious note –
I love you. I know you have always known that. You were always sure of my feelings, not because you took me for granted but it was because you knew me, sorry, know me so well.


This is the kind of love story I have always wanted where two people really understand one another. Thank you for being that kind of person to me. You must be thinking that I am going too sentimental on you. It’s true, so you can tell me that when we talk over the phone. I never knew this part of me ever existed. Every time we held hands or hugged; it seemed like a natural thing for me. But, this …
Being away from you, being far in distance, this is different. I never want to go through this again. This better be the first and the last time. That reminds me, yesterday night my mom came to my room and asked me “Do you miss him?” Seriously! And, I don’t know why – I started crying. It is not like you have walked out of my life but… forget it.


You know what mom did when I started crying? She laughed and walked out of the room!
After some time, I heard her talking to my dad. She told him that I was crying. I felt so embarrassed! Worst, my dad started laughing too.


But then, all of a sudden they got really serious and discussed our marriage. Yes, you read it right. Our Marriage! I want to know what your reaction was after reading this. I wish you were here. I wanted to see you reading this. I wanted to see the look in your eyes. Do you think it is too early for marriage or do you think we are ready? Am I ready? Are you ready? Are our folks ready for this?
I knew this is the direction our relationship would go in but when I heard my parents talking about it, I felt shivers running down my spine. I want this but I am not sure whether I want this now.
Okay, gotta go!
Regards to your father.
Did I mention I love you?
Samruddhi.


From 'In Search of Love':
Dear Shreya,

First, I wish to thank you for being such a wonderful part of my life. Had it not been for you, my life would have not been what it is now.
Though I thank you for all the good in my life, I do not wish to blame you for the bad. It has nothing to do with you. Perhaps, I do not deserve to be loved.

As long as I dwelt in the wonderful feeling of being loved by you, I felt blessed. Actually, even now I consider myself blessed for being able to kiss those soft lips of yours. Tonight, as I sit here alone, thinking about you, I can feel the softness of your lips and the warmth of your body against mine. One moment has changed my life forever.

If I could have got the chance, I would have loved to begin and end all the remaining days of my life kissing those delicate lips.
You might have thought that I am infatuated towards you, perhaps even now you hold the same belief, I assume. However, I know and so does my God, it was love.

I am not sure what to write next. I am stuck. If you read the previous line again, you might realize the reason behind this.
I said it “was” love. I do not know what I was thinking! Perhaps, this statement is result of the deep-rooted dejection or maybe, this is His decision, of the One who rules our lives. Why did He choose to do this to me?
What had I asked in my life? Nothing. I never prayed to Him…
I did not feel the need to.
You were the miracle of my life. He placed you in my life and said, “Amen to all the unsaid prayers” and everything fell in right places. You were a blessing to me. One day, I heard him say, “Go, weave your life around her” and I decided to do so.
I constructed my life around you. Your wish was my command. I did everything I could do to make you happy. I tried my best to be your best friend. I know I did not do it as well as you did, but I swear, I tried.

One day, all of a sudden God decided it was time to pinch me and awaken me from my dream. The kiss was the last scene of the dream and then, I was back to reality. I was awake. God had decided to end it all.
I know I am being selfish here, if I did not question Him for making you a part of my life, what right do I have to question Him as to why he chose to end our relationship. I have to accept whatever has happened. I wanted to give us another chance but you let me down again.
I know you love someone else and I know it hurts. Believe me, I know.
I wanted to help you to come out of your past but I never knew you would become my past, someday.
I read the hints you threw at me all these days, I know I should move on. I am trying. Yes, I am.
However, the bloody tears that spoil the taste of my whisky remind me of you, of our moments together. I am going to fall asleep soon and then we would be together, holding each other in each another’s arms, kissing under the starlit sky. Making promises of a future together and tomorrow, I am going to wake up and have a hangover and then I am going to vomit out all those dreams. Our promises are going to be spattered in the commode and I am going to return to reality.

I do not know why am I torturing myself like this, I do not know what is the end of all this. I do not know how to end all this, however, I know one thing –
Holding you in my arms would be the only thing I would want to do if I come to know that death is knocking on the door.

Man, just a few lines ago, I talked about moving on, but what to do Shreya, what to do? You are a part of me, how do I cut you out and move on?
Why Shreya? Why could you not love me the way I loved you?

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