.a written note.

Dear Snehmoy, It’s been more than two months since I last received your letter and it’s starting to worry me now. Why is it taking you so much time to respond or is it some other problem which is prolonging it? For your information, I have come past the illness now and I have been healthy for a month now. I no longer visit the Doctor now. I am happy about the visits that I don’t have to pay any more. Japan, apart from some business crisis at brother’s end, is treating us well and life feels at peace these days. Snehmoy, how are you? Where are you? I long to hear your voice but I don’t receive calls with interrupted, often unclear sounds. I miss that. I wonder how, when something goes wrong, do we bounce back to the times when there was a boat floating neutrally, with balanced composure over water? Aren’t we actually awaiting tides and furious waves just to realize the value of a stable, harmless time? It is human nature and I sometimes feel bad that humans are mechanised

Dear Snehmoy, I wake up to a sunny morning to find your letter kept beside me. After years, it still doesn’t fail to excite me, your letter. Call it your willpower, I am getting better. The Doctor smiles when I visit him lately, because his medicines along with the ones you gave me are working. He very much praises Indian way of turning herbals into curing a human being, he says it would go a long way. I understand what you’re saying. After years that we’ve been together, it is very likely that we would want to meet. But don’t get in the idea that we have to meet even when it is not feasible. When you telephoned me the other day, I could sense your anxiety and it made me feel bad. We will meet, Snehmoy. You know that. I just feel we should wait more for things to fall in right places so we don’t have to regret later. It is due to your medicines that I’m getting better. Please be assured of that and I wouldn’t want you to discourage yourself just because of that.  How coul

My dearest Miyage, I hope this letter finds you well and feeling better than before. I have a confession to make today in this letter. Yesterday when I sat in the boat at the riverside, the winds were sounding furious, quite unusual for the village that I live in. The climate drastically changes when two seasons overlap each other. I seem to be taking comfort spending time in the boat even more than I used to before, because here I am not disturbed by anyone. Nature has its own way of calming one’s soul. Do not worry, I am not distracted by anything. My confession, the realization occurred to me in the same situation yesterday. Sitting there, I had this fear of failing to make you all right, to get you past your weak health phase. Miyage, am I failing? You can be honest. One thing I am so assured of is the honesty that we share. I almost cursed myself a thousand times for not being available at your place. I’ve only been there through the pictures you shared with me, and I

I just randomly stumbled upon a question on the internet and I would really like to answer it. “Describe how you feel when you walk outside to a perfect day.” Ans.: At first, when I’m getting ready to go somewhere, I’m usually very speedy about the very activity of it and don’t really have anything in mind unless it’s a planned special day (meeting with someone, anyone; a plan to go somewhere, anywhere). I am usually more intrigued by the unplanned perfection of a day. Since I really have a hard time waking up in the morning, I’m not exactly happy about the start of the day. But when I’m all set and go downstairs, step outside residence, the sight of a sunny day makes me delighted. It wakes me up powerfully. There’s something about the natural clock and the way time changes with morning and its vibrant colours and a slight shower of daylight peeking through thick branches of trees up above, the road-the pathway looks so fresh and energetic, I’d keep walking to drench myself