That morning, two years ago, when you asked me to accompany you for a walk, I didn't know it was the last time I was walking beside you. Yet somehow, I had my phone with me and I clicked our picture, our last picture together.Today, twenty four hours after your demise, the world is suddenly… Continue reading A walk to remember
Category: Open Letters
An open letter to the new “hookah” school going generation!
The flavours may bring momentary taste to your buds, but it may make your life permanently distasteful.
I’m a reader.
I'm a reader. I can't be pleased with materialistic things. I love simple things like the moonlight, the stars, the smell of pages, and the rainbow.
From the mother who no more awaits you!
It's another rainy day, and I'm sitting on the swing you once played on, in our little balcony. There's greenery all around. It seems like yesterday, when you would come back,and ring the doorbell, all wet and dripping with water and mud, after your football practise, and I would laugh, tease you, before letting you in.
Open letter challenge!
Can you suggest me who should I address my next letter to?
The blessed moonchild! 