Ages since I got a letter! So send me a letter. You, if you will. Will you?
Your smile rubs the signs of sorrow off my face and you make me smile...just like magic!
Purity and bliss.
So smile and write me a letter.
:)

Yes, it hurts. It shouldn't but it does.

There's a little sad song inside me, that plays according to its whims and moods. It can start playing anywhere, anytime...on rainy nights,in moments of intense happiness,during lonely strolls in the terrace, while reading a beautiful poem...and I let it play.
My song has the melody of a pan-flute playing in the distant blue hils on which a scrim of silver mist descends when the orange in the sky deepens into a melancholic violet. I ride on the waves of its notes, plunge inside myself or surrender to a state of nebulousness and let the world fuse into me.
I like happy songs and love people who sing them for me. But no happy song could ever replace this little sad song that I have, the one I can never sing, the one that leaves my eyes moist and my throat aching, the one that will never fade away.

I really have nothing to write other than some very mundane facts and an overtly sentimental narrative and dried poempetals...which I will refrain from, for my sake and others'.
Incidentally this is my third attempt at writing a post today.
That's about it.
I am drained but not unhappy and hence not complaining.