Letter to RURU - No.1

Hi Ruru,

It's been quite sometime since I promised to write to you. Actually, I have written to you, in my mind many-a-times, played hide-n-seek with word scrabbles, but it all got jumbled up. So, today, I thought let me reach out to you. Otherwise, you too would be lonely in your mind, waiting for me. Well, may be not, but I love to think it that way. :-)

You know Ruru, with age I am realizing certain things. I am realizing that all the people in my life are like window panes. I keep pressing my face against the panes; I press hard, liking the coldness of the glass against my cheek. But at the fag end of the journey, I realize that all my life I could only carve and draw different designs and impressions on those glass panes with my cheek, nose, eyelashes, lips, but I always remained outside, standing for long hours, pressing my cheek and nose against the glass-pane. May be I too am a window-pane for somebody, may be that's the way it is.

Hey Ruru, I like those pigeons who fly in freedom. I like how they shake their feathers and hop around in dignified gait. Those peacocks too. They are not ashamed of talking about love.

listen, after reading my letters, make paper boats out of these. let the words float and swing along the rhythm of the water.