Letters To Harshita

 Senders Address: Unknown 

Date: 17 April 2023

Dear Harshita,

How have you been? Everything is fine at your home right? How is your mother? Do the flashbacks still hurt?

From where I stand, I see a brave girl, who has held up well against the incident. I see you smile. I see you healing your wings. The flashbacks will keep on coming throughout life, but all we can do is accept them and heal from them. Yes, they do break our hearts, but still, we have to have to move forward na. Take it easy, give time to yourself. Give time to understand everything. 

I don't know if you read my previous letter or not, but I hope this letter reaches you. I am no stalker, and no this is not a love letter. You don't know me, so don't worry about who sends these letters. But I see you Growing up. The 5 stages of grief, and the poem on holi. You guys, you, Shailja, Kavya, Anvesha, Pragati, and Parinita. You guys bring life to our class, jumping around the class, poking fun at each other, and flying like butterflies in time. I see you lovely girls from the distance, with an aww in my eyes. 

Dear Harshita, You know na…….. life and death. 

To talk about life without death is
to talk about a body without a soul. 
To defy death, is to go to heaven,
to defy life is to go to hell.

To chase the light, you'll never get to it,
to find the light in the dark you'll cherish it.
To rote learn is like a withering rose,
to understand is like an evergarden. 
~ Unknown

No life is born to live forever. No thing is ever created to be unchangeable. Live a life, of greatness for me, please…… and for the people that love you, that care for you. Yes! There are people that care for you. Yes…. there are people who hope for you to be happy. 

Butterflies of Life

In a classroom of thirty students, 
I see the whole life in metaphors.
In the lifeless paper, I see live butterflies
bound to the windows, every flying in time. 

They entangle and detangle, with each other
as old friends, and old souls.
You see just origami,
I see a whole life's metaphors.
 
Someday, I would see only the threads, 
and the butterflies missing. 
Like suddenly some lives left Earth, 
Just so easily, just so suddenly.

They see the sunshine, they experience the rain,
they know the winters, they know the summers. 
They know the happiness, they know the sorrows,
They know the grief, they know the cries. 

Dancing in the seasons,
and slowly weathering. 
~ Unknown

If I ever crossed a line, then sorry for that. If I ever were rude, then sorry for that. If I ever made you cry, then sorry for that. I will take my leave now. Take care dear.

Who knows, maybe I may tell you, who I am in the Farewell, or maybe not?

Goodbye, Take care, little soul.  

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