Old memories.. a letter to a friend year back Hi, It has been three days since I had a chat with you. I felt like calling you back but then I thought of writing a letter instead that requires a loneliness and isolation from the person you are writing to. You had been an integral part of my life since last 4-5 yrs. There had been odds and evens, misunderstandings and perception but still we are now fine friends. The word “Friend” has always been a mystery for me because I had failed to bear the responsibilities at many crucial trials. The letter is lot more about my dreams that what you contributed to the whole. I have never been an idol but a treacherous and cunning person for last decade. The childish attitude died long ago as I realized that the weak and honest person has no place in the melodrama of society. He is either cheated or meets the disgraceful end at the end of the day.There was no one to teach me how to enjoy the most worst part of my life.I was the die hard fan of television and radio and that was where i got a menu of dreams…a loving family with a sweet little sister (sisters are the second person in the world who care for you for whatever you are), a childhood girlfriend (to share the happiest moments of care and concern), a few best friends (I lost a few in the journey till now), being a good singer/ musician/dancer and at last a successful person with a job that would earn lots of money and respect. None of my dreams got fulfilled and I got transformed to a looser who never tried to be winner.I became a tortoise instead of hare who expected to be careless and steady with a single track on the journey. I still remember the irritating words of my father “Morning shows the day and I am the total failure”………I proved it at tried to be at every single moment of my life. That was not the complete story………but leave it.I who once was the finest deceiver, became the honest one to accept my failures and transformations. The sentence I would write for you may hurt you or it may lead to another bitter truth. I may be your good friend but you are always my addiction or habit like everyone else in my life, those who love me or those whom I had ever loved. There are no emotions that would justify my feelings that I am no longer involved in a loving relationship with anyone except my mother(who has no such replacement for me).I have made me grown up to such an extent that there is no place for love,care,concern and relationships. You may never realize what I think of the person whom I show respect and love. I am too complicated, I can show off but I am unable to feel the same. You had always been nice to me but I’ll remain suspicious about every single lustre in the ray of hope for me.Thanks! For being there (yet I may feel nothing in the addiction of hatred when you go apart). Your loving friend,
Posted on: Sat, 05 Oct 2013 04:48:44 +0000
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