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I am 45 now. Born and raised in a very restricted, religious, conservative and primitive culture where falling in love means you're inviting enmity from your family, people around you, society and whoever! |
So, I had fallen in love! Back in the days before cellular phones were invented, when internet belonged to the u.s. army only and no one had heard about such a technology existed! A locality of 2000 folks used to have only one land-line phone. The time when people wrote letters and posted them. You could exchange only two letters in a month or so. We call it snail-mail nowadays.
So, i had fallen in love. That sweet, angelic face! The purest of all smiles that i have never seen in all these years. I still remember! Her eyes spoke. I could read them. She wore glasses. I still remember as if happened only yesterday. She's is still young and so am I, in my memories. Love never gets old.
So, I had fallen in love. We met each other every evening in our secret place, a rendezvous where no one could see us. We waited for the evening all day and the time seemed to seize when we sat together, holding hands. I was 20 and she was 18. Intensity of feelings and emotions was at it's peak!
I used to write a letter, a long one, everyday for her. I never posted that.....but I always gave it to her in person. Every letter of mine was different from the other. I could express my love to in a thousands of ways that I am surprised now. How? How could I think of a thousands of ways to present my feelings? I know how. Love, yes it was my pure love that made me do it. I never had to think of the words but they just came to me, like a revelation, from heavens, from some super force that held my hand and I spread my emotions on the paper.
I write 676 letters. Not a single day missed! All different. I loved! I still do! Don't know where she is. ....but she is in my heart. She's always here. She lives here! Inside me. She never left.