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Letterwryter

PO# 646839
India
India
Letter writer | Love poet | Sufi wanderer| Researcher| Musician | Food enthusiast | Words are my offering at the alter of love.
October 24, 2019
 

Dear love,
I have been battling the dualities of my future that present themselves when I think of you. I am afraid of things that could be but may not happen.
Sitting in the coffee shop, mustering courage every day trying to talk to you was not easy.
I have stabbed my gut a number of times when it roared in courage, when it tried to make me get up from my seat and talk to you. But the agony of that silence was buried in the smile that I pasted on my face as I picked up that cup of coffee from your hand. It hurts to think of my fingers being away from yours just inches away and never meeting.
The shenanigans of unrequited love will always go on till the day acceptance dawns. I was there in t...

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October 19, 2019
 

Dear love,
I have tasted the whole world through tea.
But it is through coffee I tasted love.
The first sight is always special. It gives you the kick which causes addiction. We were seperated by few feets of distance and a pane of glass. But I never felt closer to myself that at that moment. The darkening winter skies were a glaring contrast to my brightening soul. I stood on my feet supported, not by gravity, but by an intense craving of you.
You never looked at me. But your destiny was already entwined with mine. I was a fanatic tea lover. Yet, I walked into the coffee shop, asked you for a cup of coffee and sat right across you. That place was to be our special place, where we would scr...

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October 18, 2019
 

Dear Love,
Here we are, again, at the cross road of words and silence. But, I shall not fall victim to the intimacy of our solitude.
I choose to not be bound by the shackles of secrecy. This time, I shall let the world know about the monument of love that we have built.
Hold my hand, as I pen our stories and cast them in the sky, so that every soul is drenched in them, the next time it rains.  Let us blow kisses with our words, so that our tales mingle with the fragrances that the world love to breath in. Let us burn down our love in the bonfires of the night, so that the stars can absorb and cast them in their soothing starlight they sprinkle on this earth.
We are meant to be one with every ...

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