Melodramiac

  Dear Pakhi,  Do Jitna Mila was actually Kafi for you? Who are you writing for? Who asked you to get involved in something tha-at unexpected?  Was it fair to anticipate something from a total stranger who doesn't know you and just assumes your life is wonderful as always? A daughter of a rich zamindar who falls in love with a conman - a thief, that costs her everything, that's your life in one phrase. Cause you never tried to realize how painful reality can be from the parrot and the king's tale. You could have chosen to live not to love. You could have chosen to fight not to love. You could have done anything but you chose the strongest reason above all - Love and Forgiveness. Was it worth everything? You were a strong woman with the heart of a child. You were making an effort to understand something that was never intended for you. A woman of honor who excelled in several skills , carried her pride like the majesty, and loved like a child. Your life was not worthless!...

One beautiful night, the street was covered with snow and I was holding a warm mug of coffee that reminded me of the last time I smiled with tears in my eyes. I folded a page in my book and kept it marked so that I never open it again. But I am scared of a person who can make me look back to the page.  I am scared of a person whose " you're beautiful " can make me feel " I love you ". I am scared of a person whose "you did the right thing" will  reach me in fractions of a deed, I am scared of a person whose no words will hurt more than anything and I am scared of a person to whom my feelings won't reach in need. I shaped my definition of love when I was at the peak of my feelings. When I was sad, when I was happy, when I was nervous, when I felt nothing,  When I was colder than the snow, when I zoned into my thoughts, I shaped it all in me. I waited for someone to assure me " I will look for every other thing you like. " I waited for some...