letter to Ashaz ( II )

Ashaz, some places never grow old. I was walking down the lanes today where we walked together once five years back. Everything is same here, the streets are still cracked in the same places where they were before. Now flowers grow through these cracks as bandages to it. Nothing has diminished its light, nothing has taken away our presence. We are there in the air of these places, as you have always been in me for years. In these places, our memories have been preserved in the hope that we'll cross paths again some day.

I think old places grieve over us, I think letters burnt in rage screams at us for leaving each other. But i think that's how it is now that when it rains, we look up and admire each other, i think that's how it is now that no matter where we are, we look behind at each other fondly. I think that's how we realize that the world never stops when two people separates and so we must also keep going on.

Ashaz the world has always been like this. It makes us meet people, then separates them from us and nothing ever changes here. Everything remains as usual. It's only our hearts that go through these phases of breaking apart,...bonding again,..... breaking apart,.....bonding again to never trusting anyone again. 

Ashaz, they say, time heals everything and so i am looking forward it. I hope someday flowers grow in all the broken corners of our hearts so that one day we let go of despising each other and live freely. 

There's a lot of strength in keeping your heart open Ashaz even after all it has witnessed. I hope you always let love come in because that's what we all live for~ to love and to be loved passionately.