Letter - 1 (My first meeting)

O Krishna...

I cannot yet summon the courage to call you beloved, for how could I claim you as mine with any right? I don't even know if I possess such a right. And yet, I am writing this letter to you, for my heart can bear it no longer. I cannot carry this burden in silence, nor live with regrets. Tomorrow, I shall leave this place forever. It seems like only yesterday I arrived here, and now, the final day has come.

I know we can never truly be together, for love demands an equality that we do not share. You are a prince, and I... just a simple girl. You probably don't even remember our first meeting. Do you? When a cart had lost its way, and you, with such ease, climbed aboard to guide it back on track. I was seated there, hiding behind others, stealing glances at you. When I first heard your voice, it felt as though honey was pouring into my ears instead of my tongue.

Your laughter was like spring—joyful, transformative. It seemed as though flowers were raining down from the heavens. I couldn't see your face clearly that day, but even from behind, your presence overwhelmed me. My heart wished only to gaze at you, for you to stay near, while I remained in the shadows, unnoticed.

When you gestured to show the way, I could not look away from your hands. You seemed so gentle, so untouched by the hardness of this world. Draped in white, you shone like silver, your fragrance casting an enchanting spell over me. I was unsure whether my breathlessness was an ailment or if you were the cause.

When you departed, my heart grew restless. I repeated your words in my mind, relived fleeting glimpses of you, creating my own world around them. I found myself staring at the door of my humble home, hoping foolishly that you might walk in. That night, I couldn't sleep. Everyone else had succumbed to exhaustion, but I sat by the broken window, gazing at the moon.

Then, a storm rose suddenly, forcing me to close the shutters. As I struggled, I heard the chirping of a bird outside. Mustering courage, I stepped into the dark. Lightning flashed intermittently, making the trees seem monstrous. Trembling, I clung to my skirt and approached a tree, for the sound seemed to come from behind it.

And there, beneath the flashes of the storm-lit sky, I saw you.

You were shielding a bird and its chicks in the folds of your garment. In that moment, as the light revealed your form, you seemed like a god descended from heaven. Your eyes, filled with tenderness for those fragile lives, appeared to hold the vastness of the ocean. I felt as though I could drown in their depths and never wish to resurface.

Your earrings, small and delicate, seemed like ornaments crafted by Mother Earth herself. Your nose—oh, how I smiled, though I knew not why—reminded me of home. You radiated such warmth, such divinity, that I wondered if the rain itself had fallen in love with you.

You disappeared into the storm, and I don't even know when or how long I stood there, soaked to the bone, lost in thoughts of you. By morning, I awoke amidst the ruins of the storm, but my first thought was of you. I rushed back to the tree where you had stood, and there, I found a small thread from your garment.

I tied that thread to my wrist and covered the faint imprints of your steps with my scarf, as though to preserve your presence.

Do you know what happened next?

We had just arrived yesterday, and I was busy helping my family with household chores. Suddenly, my mother called for me, holding a water pot. When I stepped outside, there you were, standing with your companions, visiting us for some task. Since we had passed through your kingdom earlier, my mother already knew who you were. She beckoned me to wash your feet because you were our guest, and it was our tradition.

I don't know how I managed to keep my composure. I stole glances at you but couldn't muster the courage to meet your eyes. I washed the feet of your companions, but when it was your turn, my hands began to tremble. As I poured water over your feet, the pot slipped from my hands and fell. In picking it up, my hand brushed against your feet. They felt so soft, like butter.

I couldn't help but wonder how blessed the earth must be, touched by your feet. Those few fleeting moments of touch left me breathless, as if time had stopped. How many times must you have stolen the breath of this earth?

I was lost in your smile, your words, your face... I didn't even realize when it was time for you to leave. As you were about to go, you asked for water. With trembling hands, I handed you the pot, and for the first time, our eyes met. In that brief moment when our gazes locked, it felt like my soul had left my body.

As you held the pot with your gentle hands, I couldn't stop myself from admiring them. I didn't know where to look—at your hands, your face, or your smile. And when you tilted the pot to drink, a few drops of water trickled down your chin and onto your clothes. I thought, is it the pot that's blessed, or is it the water? With lowered eyes, I took the pot back, pressed it to my heart, and watched you walk away.

That entire day, I spent staring at the thread of your garment and the pot. Whenever I missed you more than I could bear, I would go to the tree where your footprints were still visible. My heart didn't want to leave that place, but my time there was short. This thought often saddened me, yet thinking of you would always bring a smile.

You were here to study at your Guru's ashram, and you seldom stepped outside. Catching even a glimpse of you felt like an impossible task. I cannot explain the joy of seeing you laugh with your companions. My heart longed for the day you'd smile at me, even just once.

Do you remember when you came to the feast and I served you food? Watching you eat felt like it had satiated my hunger, too. As your fingers touched the food, I wished I could be the ring on your hand—just to be closer to you. Everything you did enchanted me—your words, your walk, your movements, even the way you fought. I often wondered, how must I appear to you? But then I'd remind myself, how could an ordinary girl like me be noticed by a prince like you?

The days passed, and soon it was time for our final meeting—one I will cherish for a lifetime, or perhaps even for eternity. When I came to your ashram to offer flowers, you approached me on your Guru's instruction to accept them. A white flower got caught in my hair, and as you gently removed it and placed it in my hand, you smiled and said, "Perhaps this flower stayed back for you; it doesn't seem ready to leave, does it, friend?"

Hearing those words in your sweet voice, my entire being shivered. Your words, your tone—how could I possibly hold myself together? You turned and walked away with a smile, and one of your companions teased you, asking how I had become your friend. You replied, "She offered me water, remember? I don't carry debts, so I made her my friend!"

That was the last time I saw you. By the next morning, I would leave for my village. I don't know if I'll ever see you again. But I'm not leaving empty-handed—I'm taking your memories, the thread from your garment that binds my heart, and the dust of your footprints that makes my heart race even now. I'm also taking the name you gave me—your friend. From now on, no matter what my name is, I'll always carry that title with pride, for it keeps your memory alive in my soul.

I know I hold no place in your life, but you'll forever have a place in mine. Meeting you has given me something I cannot even name. For days, I've been unable to sleep because your memories keep me awake. Now that I'm leaving, I'll spend my life awake in your thoughts, for I wish for no one else to visit my dreams but you.

Even if life takes me elsewhere, even if I belong to someone else someday, I will always remain your friend. I pray to Mahadev to fill your life with immense love, that your smile never fades, and that your eyes forever overflow with the ocean of love that I see in them.

I cannot give you this letter—I don't know what you'd think of me if you read it. Perhaps you'd hate me, and I couldn't bear that. I know you won't remember me, but I don't want to be the cause of your scorn. I am content being the friend who silently adores you, who has become intoxicated by you without ever becoming a part of your life.

All I wish to say is, no matter how hard life gets, never stop smiling. Your smile has the power to turn sorrow into joy—it has for me.

Forever,

Your Sakhi,

Ramana Sakhi

letter - 2 (My mistake)

Dear...

I no longer know what to call you... If I call you mine, my heartbeat quickens, my breath catches. But if I call you a stranger, it feels as though my life is slipping away. This isn't a letter, it's the commotion of my heart that I'm putting down. I don't know whom to confide in... I want to tell you, but... I can't, because whenever you're in front of me, there's nothing left to say. And when you leave, it feels like life has returned to those lost words. I just want to dance all day, calling your name, and dress up just for you.

Those few moments of memories with you made me lose my mind. I can't even describe what this time has done to me. And now that you've promised to meet again, I can't express how hard each moment is to pass!

I'm writing this letter so that I can tell you everything that I forget when I look into your eyes. Next time when you leave, I'll give you this letter, so that you can take my feelings with you when you go. Even if we can't be together, perhaps I can remain a memory with you, though it might not mean anything to you.

The old letter... maybe you never even received it. Never mind, I'll start again! That time, when we were leaving in the bullock cart, I was looking around with a heavy heart, thinking I may never see you again. But suddenly, you appeared from among the trees and sat right next to me. My smile froze, my heart was racing, and your fragrance... You were traveling with us for half the journey, and I kept hoping that something would happen and you would stay. Miracles kept happening to me that day. Due to bad weather, we actually had to stop. We stayed with some acquaintances, and while working, I kept glancing at you. Our eyes met so many times, and every time I thought, 'No, I won't look again,' but my gaze kept returning to you.

That night, I couldn't sleep, because the one who steals my sleep was so close. You were outside, sleeping, so I quietly snuck out just to take a glance at you. You were sitting outside, looking at the sky, and I was watching you from behind. I sat in a corner by the door, gazing at you, and don't know when I fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, there was a faint light outside, the sun was about to rise, but you weren't sitting where you were last night. My heart started to yearn to see you again, and I began looking for you quickly but quietly. You don't know how precious every glimpse of you is to me. If only I could tell you!

From a distance, I saw you lying by the riverbank. With a soft smile, I started walking towards you, and my heart began to race again. I didn't want to wake you because you looked so peaceful... like a rosebud ready to bloom. Your closed eyes made your face look even more innocent. You always seem so gentle, but at that moment, it was as if a newborn baby had just arrived in the world. Were you playing some cosmic game that day? Because you and the universe seemed to be in sync! As you slowly opened your eyes, the sun began to rise. The more your eyes opened, the more the sun seemed to embrace its full form, as if it had been waiting for you! That day, it felt like there weren't just one, but two suns in the sky - your eyes were the other two. And sometimes it felt as though there were three suns - your two eyes and the actual sun. Your lips quivered as if a rose was swaying in the breeze. Your tousled hair looked like thick branches of a tree with lush flowers. I didn't know how to take it all in... your every feature was like an ocean, and I wanted to drown in it!

Oh, I forgot to tell you. When you stretched and yawned, I don't know why, but I felt shy. I can't explain it, but you looked so good! And then, suddenly, you looked in my direction. Until that moment, I had been secretly watching you, but then I felt like I had committed a crime. I quickly turned my gaze towards the river and started walking towards a blooming lotus flower, just to hide my nervousness. I didn't have the courage to look back, and now, instead of the lotus flower, I could only see you. Your image wouldn't leave my mind. I saw your pink attire in the lotus flowers as if you were adorned with a garland of leaves.

Because of this strange turmoil in my heart, my foot suddenly slipped, and I fell into the river. The current was a bit strong, and I felt like I might drown. The cold water made my whole body shiver. Suddenly, I felt warmth around my waist, a sensation I had never felt before, so I can't even describe it. You were behind me... Even writing this makes me blush; imagine what it must have been like at that moment! You pulled me towards you with one hand, and wherever I felt your touch, it was as if I had been reborn. When you turned me around... it felt like you had struck me with your gaze. Seeing you so close, feeling your touch, it was like experiencing the doorway to liberation. At that moment, I couldn't think at all; my mind had stopped working. Perhaps that time you were saying something to me, but I was lost in your world, so I couldn't hear anything.

You brought me out with your support, and once we were out, I didn't want to let go of you. I was still under the spell of your magical eyes. You called my name loudly to snap me out of it, and then I noticed your lips. I've always admired their softness, but seeing them up close that day... I couldn't resist. Even now, I seek your forgiveness. Without asking, I wanted to experience the fragrance of that rose and I did.... But that moment... I can't write about it. Just thinking about it sends me into another state. Perhaps you were startled by my actions too. After a few moments, I suddenly realized what I had done. I pushed you away and ran towards the house without looking back.

I wanted to hide my face and disappear. I didn't have the courage to face you. I felt so guilty for having done that without asking... for trying to enter your garden without permission. When you came back later, you behaved as if everything was normal. I didn't have the courage to meet your eyes, not even sideways glances this time. I went and sat in the cart early so I wouldn't have to look at you. I don't know what you must be thinking of me. While leaving, Father made you promise to come back. You promised, but I don't know if you will return. For me, your promise is enough to keep waiting, and to live in the memory of my mistake and of you. On one hand, I'm afraid of how I'll face you, but on the other, I know we'll meet again. I know there's nothing from your side, which is why you didn't look at me even once after that. You must be thinking I'm crazy. Yes, Shyam, think of me as crazy - that will be enough for me. I can't write any more. Perhaps I'll never see you again, but by reading this letter every day, I'll meet you again and again. Just take care of yourself... we'll meet again in another life, where perhaps you'll look at me too.

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Yours,

Ramana Sakhi

Letter - 3 (Will make him read this letter)

My dearest,

Today I can call you “dearest” with full right because it is a privilege that you yourself have granted me – the right to remember you, to think about you... The right to...!!

Do you know where I am sitting while writing this letter? Under the same tree where we first met, when you appeared like the moon to reign over the dark world of mine. That first letter is still here, and the second one has always been with me. Now, this is the last one I’m writing.

Let me start the story now because I don’t want to delay it any longer. Do you remember that day? After what had happened, I was so afraid to face you, I had decided to keep my distance. After all, how could I even look at you, even secretly? But somehow, fate kept bringing us together. Our destination suddenly changed for about a month, and you were going to the same place – a palace, where I was learning work, and you were relaxing like a king.

For two days, we crossed paths so many times – do you remember? I kept trying to avoid you by making awkward excuses and acting strangely. My effort was to stay away from you, but my heart kept pulling me toward you. Every time I passed by your room, I would try my hardest to catch a glimpse of you or hear your voice, because after that day, I had no courage to see you again. But when you start liking someone, shame takes a backseat, doesn’t it? That’s why I kept circling around you quietly, and by the third day, you saw me in the garden. I had gone there to pluck flowers for you so that I could arrange your bed of fruits with flowers before you slept. That’s why I was there. You suddenly called me from behind. I was thinking about you at that moment, and there you were, standing in front of me. Do you have any idea what I must have felt? It’s hard to explain to you. Well, imagine the feeling when someone in the desert hears the sound of clouds after a long drought – that’s how I felt!

I turned around as if I was meeting a stranger, but deep inside I was feeling... well, let’s move on; otherwise, words will keep flowing, and I’ll have to stop time.

When you speak, you sound so sweet. I don’t know whether to savor the sweetness of your honey-like voice or admire the beauty of a moonlit night in your presence.

“Listen...!!” That’s all you said, and I was transported into another state of mind. Your “listen” sent a wave of tingling sensations through me. But I didn’t know how to show you my feelings, so I stood there with my head bowed.

“You don’t have to hide so much. Just forget everything that happened before. I will forget too!” You said this while glancing at a rose flower.

What did you mean by “forget”? It’s like telling someone to forget breathing because they were born by mistake. I know this comparison doesn’t make sense, but your words at that moment didn’t either. I know I shouldn’t have done what I did, but when you said “forget,” it felt like a deep wound. That day, I nodded and walked away, but later... oh, how much I cried, you wouldn’t even know!

After that, I tried to stop staring at you. Your “forget” kept echoing in my ears, making my steps falter. Every night, I would secretly spread rose petals in your room, filling it with the fragrance of rose water so you could sleep well. But one day, I didn’t get the chance. Perhaps it was two or three days later. I sneaked into your room, worried about your sleep and wanting to see you again. The dimly lit palace hallways led me upstairs to your room. The door was slightly ajar, and I thought, “Who leaves the door open like this?” Then it crossed my mind, maybe you left it open for me. Yes, I do live in dreams too much. But when the prince of my dreams is you, how can I not live in such dreams?

I had brought rose water with me, thinking I would fill your room with its fragrance just like you filled my world with light. But when I saw you sleeping... Oh my God!! How can someone look so lovely? Yes, I remember your sleeping face from that day, but no matter how many times I see you, it always feels different. You won’t understand this! Forgetting everything, I sat on the floor next to your bed and just gazed at you, or rather, stared. Your closed eyes made your face look even more innocent. Those tousled locks of hair – when they fall this way and that, you look like a shelter I’ve found in a dense forest. Once again, my eyes rested on your lips, which were like rose petals, and what you had told me to forget kept coming to mind. I smiled foolishly while staring at you. Then, I noticed a small drop of milk on your faint mustache. How could someone make such an adorable mistake? Forgive me, but at that moment, I felt like making the same mistake myself. But I restrained myself, thinking, “This time, I’ll correct your mistake.” My trembling fingers reached for your lips, but I couldn’t bring myself to wipe it away. Because wiping it away meant removing my hand as well, and I didn’t want that.

I kept wondering why this moment wasn’t freezing in time, but by then, your sleep had ended. You suddenly opened your eyes and screamed, backing away. Once again, I was caught in the act of stealing. I had left my shame at the door that day when I first saw you, so I stayed rooted there.

“You... you... what are you doing here?” you asked.

That’s what you asked. Do you think a thief will tell the truth so easily? I did what I thought was right at the time – I came up with a strange excuse. Do you remember my excuse?

“I have a serious illness. I just came here for treatment.”

Whenever I recall that ridiculous excuse, I can’t help but laugh. You asked me to explain further, so I added more absurd details.

“I can’t sleep. I’ve consulted many physicians, but nothing worked. But one astrologer-physician told me that if you’re awake in someone else’s dream, you can’t sleep. I don’t know whose dream I keep waking up in, but there is a remedy. There are two ways – spend as much time as possible with a handsome man, or... kiss a very handsome man. The second remedy works faster, so...”

Halfway through my sentence, I regretted saying it. My mind had made up that story at the time – what else could I do?

“So, you’ve already tried the remedy you wanted, right? Now, you should be fine!” you said softly.

“I was fine, but when you told me to forget, the illness returned. How is that my fault?” I replied, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

“So, what were you doing here at this hour?” you asked, surprised.

“No, no... it’s not what you think! I have no interest in such things. I was just trying out the first remedy – being near you to see if it would work!”

“Then there are other men around, right? Why only me?” you asked, a little stubbornly.

“Are you doubting your own beauty? Compared to others, I found you a bit more attractive, so I thought you’d be better. But if you think you’re not handsome, it’s okay!”

“Alright, alright... it’s only for a few days!” you said, turning your face away.

Inside, I was going crazy. Every word exchanged between us felt like a shower of flowers. The world around us felt so light!

I left that time, but you had taken over my heart even more. Now I had a reason to meet you, so I kept finding excuses to bump into you. You probably thought it was a coincidence, but you had no idea how much effort it took to come up with new stories every day!

Do you remember the time I brought you white flowers? You were dressed in white that day, and I dared to admire you right in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, puzzled.

“Did you know? I can understand the language of flowers, leaves, trees, and plants. This flower told me it’s the most beautiful in the world. So, I told it that I know someone more beautiful, and I brought it to meet you. Now it’s saying it won’t admit defeat until it adorns your hair.”

You were listening to my ridiculous words, trying to hide your laughter.

“Oh, it has already accepted its defeat, that’s why it wants to cling to you. After all, not everyone is lucky enough to be close to someone so handsome.”

You looked at me suspiciously, but before you could say anything, I added, “Oh no, I’m not saying this – the flower is!”

After that day, I started bringing new flowers for you every day, each time with a new story, and you would quietly listen, smiling.

Do you remember when I caught you sneaking into my room for the first time in the middle of the night? I was standing outside, preparing to visit your room so I could see you before sleeping. You were searching for me in the dark room, and I entered with a lamp. I remember your startled face, and every time I think of it, my love for you deepens. The excuses you made that night were hilarious. Let me remind you.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“That should be my question!”

"Well... I came to see if your illness was cured or not... It has been quite a few days, hasn’t it?"

"So, did you see?"

"Yes... You really don't get any sleep!! I don't know what kind of strange illness you have."

"How would you know... No one miss you so much that they don't leave you even in dreams!!"

The way you were laughing while staring at me... it was pure joy... I really enjoy your anger, and how you show your troubles with those sideways glances... it’s so amusing! Well, your response was quite dangerous... “I don’t have the illness... rather, I often become the illness for others!!”

In my mind, I knew what I was thinking... If such an illness stays with me for a lifetime, what harm would it be to become your patient... but I couldn’t say it!!

Do you remember when I took you to the riverbank to see the moon on the full moon night under the pretext of curing my illness... that day, you seemed divine again... You looked different in the moonlight... Looking into your eyes felt like the path to another world opened from here...

"What are you looking at me for... The moon is up there, isn’t it..."

How could I answer you... You were the moon I brought here to see... so that I could look at you comfortably... Now, I will again have to look at you with sideways glances... you know how difficult it is... repeatedly taking my eyes off you... it’s not possible, you should just sit and I should keep gazing... I swear!! I won’t touch you at all... only my eyes from a distance will touch you very gently...

The way you were cleansing your face with river water so late at night... then your hands... then your feet... then your throat... then... you should have told me, I would have helped you better than this water... this water must be quite cool... I would have protected you from the cold!!

Were you really reading my thoughts at that time... Why were you looking at me with those sideways glances? When I asked what was wrong... you showed your teeth and started to leave.

There’s a different joy in watching you while you’re walking... when you’re ahead and I’m behind... What a gait you have... sometimes like a peacock, sometimes like a lion... Holding your hand on that stony path to help me balance... You manage to keep me steady, but what about my heart, it moves from its place!!

You must remember how I used to bring you new dishes every day and find reasons to feed you with my hands... so that I could eat from your leftovers... I don’t know what you must have thought about me seeing all these antics!!

Okay, tell me honestly... did you never realize my intentions? Or did you just pretend to be innocent!?

I swear... I never thought anything wrong about you... but what I thought, I can’t tell you... because time is short, right... Maybe when I have free time... I could tell you!!

Okay, when you were coming to drop me off at my village... didn’t you feel anything while going away from me? ... How did a month there pass so quickly, I don’t know... I don’t want to make this letter wet with my sorrows... So yes, where was I... when you were coming to drop me here... do you remember... how I forced you to get drenched in the rain!! You were dancing like a lost child who had found its favorite toy!!

You know, the way you look at nature... the way you touch it... it feels as if you’re a relative of it... meeting after a long time!!... You feel like I should just keep looking, just keep looking... how can anyone be so lovely!

You... are making me stray from my work again!! When the talk of my marriage was happening in the village... I thought you would feel jealous at that time... but on the contrary, you were ready to go with the proposal... Seeing your enthusiasm for becoming the girl's side made me upset with you... then you came to persuade me near the river in the forest!!

"Are you upset with me?"

"Is it necessary to say everything!!" I said, turning my face away.

"Things are only conveyed by speaking!!" You answered in your usual joking manner!

"So... I’m fine... If that’s all you need to say, you go and prepare for my marriage!!"

Coming close to me and whispering in my ear, you said- "Aren’t you happy about the marriage!!?"

"I’m very happy!!" Tears were in my eyes.

"If you don’t want to, just tell me... I’ll arrange it wherever you want!!" You were trying to persuade me.

"If I say it’s you!!!"

As soon as you heard that, your steps went backward... and my breath got stuck again... I felt like I had made a big mistake again.

"Look... it’s not like that... don’t misunderstand me!!" I was trying to rectify the mistake incompletely.

"You are my friend... and I am bound in this life... but still, you are the beautiful companion of this caged bird!!... I might not be able to stay with you in that way, but I’m still with you," you said with a mysterious smile, coming a little closer to me.

"If you are a caged bird... then I am freedom... I am free to love... and to fulfill it!!"

"But I am not the color of love you want to paint with... forget everything that’s in your mind....!!"

"If I’m an artist, you are my inspiration... No matter how many colors I fill in the painting... the foundation of my art will always be you... how can I forget? ... You’re saying it as if a writer should forget how to write!!"

"Don’t beat around the bush... Nothing can happen between us... I am a servant of duty right now!!"

"And I am of love... When you have the right to reject my love... then don’t I have the right to love you without any desire!! It’s my own decision... don’t worry, your name will never come up in it!!"

Then you kept giving me argument after argument to stay away from you... and I kept finding excuses to stay firm on you... Finally, you made it end so interesting... by calling yourself God and saying that we might get a chance in some birth to give blessings like this... But tell me, when a lover loves, they don’t see the past or future... they live in the present!! Seeing your divine form, I had told you then, right... I used to love you before... now I love only you... this difference between you and only you... is very deep... the difference is so profound... that a lover becomes God or, let’s say, God has to become a lover.

I also asked you for the present love... which was my right... Promise to forget ... my words... the meetings!!

You were surprised, weren’t you... why I said so... So now I want to tell you the reason through this letter... You brought me to this place where this first letter... and where I first saw you... it won’t be the last time seeing you... because I won’t give up my habit of seeing you secretly... even if you forget me!!

I asked you to forget because I know the pain of separation from your old lovers... When you talk about them, their pain is visible in your eyes... my heart also fills up... I don’t want you to ever take the burden of thinking about me!!! Whenever you see things related to me, even if I don’t come to your memory, let that sweetness between us always remind you of the lover who is completely lost in you...!! Who, though incomplete, is complete!

After writing this letter, I will made you to read it to you before you forget me ... so that all my words which my eyes keep hidden behind the veil of shyness reach you tonight... Just once, I want to see... that love.... that belongs to you... you see it through my eyes!!

Listen!!! I’m feeling shy... when I hadn’t confessed my love, I used to talk to you shamelessly... now I don’t even know how to give you this letter... and if you misunderstand me again... though you might not remember much tomorrow!! But still, I feel shy thinking about how you will see me after reading this letter... and if I come before you in the future, will you feel a tickling inside, like seeing someone dear??

Okay... listen... if you forget, will the memory never come back??... Sorry... I know once the arrow leaves the bow, it doesn’t return!!! No problem... whatever happened, happened... I will always be yours, that will always remain, right!! Why???

I don’t want to end this... but I need to finish quickly... so that you read it quickly... Hurry up with your bath!! Why does it take you so long to get ready? You are already so handsome... I feel you try to hide your beauty with adornments!!

Though I could write a lot about adornment and your beauty... but right now, I just want to see you to my heart’s content... just like you are seeing this letter!! Listen, smile once more... like you do when you scold me!!

Take care...!!

I won’t miss you... because I will never forget... and listen, be careful that you don’t catch that specific sleep disorder !!

Yours only,

Ramana Sakhi

★Radhika Krishna Sakhi