BIRTHDAY GIFT

Dear Ms. Dictator,

Sorry for not being able to keep this promise of mine earlier. I tried my best but it just didn’t happen. There were times when a bad dream woke me up and I just had to know if you were fine.

There are probably a thousand things errupting in my mind to write this very second. But I’ve been that selfish for too long now.

I still have quite a long way to go and yet my feet refuse to budge. But that’s my problem.

I’ve always let go of people at one point or another because I always thought you cannot force anyone to be in your life. That, if it is supposed to happen, it will.

You, will be the only exception.

You always write from a place where I cannot even think. I hope you will write a book someday, before your early death as you proclaim. I am not an avid reader, but among whatever I’ve read, your writings have touched me in a certain way, which leaves me bubbling with many complex emotions and amazement.

I don’t even know if you will ever read this, but so has been 200+ pieces which I have written this year. The only thing that has kept me writing continuously is a tiny hope. A hope that flickers unreasonably, choosing to believe that the blog-views my stats show from the place where you live, are yours. That you are stalking me too.

Laughable, I agree, but in this case what do I have to lose? If I am right, then those views.

You once told me to be very clear, to let the person know how you feel about them. I just tried to do the same. Hope I didn’t cause you trouble.

Just stating though, I still love you.

Wishing you a very happy B’day, both belated and in advance😁

– Abhinav