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!
You were an observer for life who had learned to suffer over time and occasionally gain a profound understanding of life as a result of the dark prison of unrequited love. Your dispersed and lonesome time, which spoke of your desperation, quietly tallied the days of your illness. Those tear-filled eyes, those empty feelings, and that heavy heart all followed forgiveness in every breath.
Every freezing storm that passed by you left its mark on you reminding you to love unconditionally. That sensation of awakening to his scent all around you before realizing he is no longer alive might have killed you inside. Although that might not be true, a jingle in your head gave you the impression that his soul had kissed yours and your tallied days had come to end.
Before you discovered that sketched leaf hanging so high only for you, the winter had never touched your spirit. Now, you can give birth to hope each day and live without disappointment each day. Your spirit was always present in him, somewhere along the lines of a heartbreaking tale of two. And it's okay for you to rest in peace now. Stories like these are carried to archives where people might or might believe them but they are weaved with truths.
