Dear Time,

An year is about to end, it's the last week of 11th month to this. I have prepared the home as it is she wanted last year, infact all the new things she bought and the way she wanted to keep all the stuff.
It feels the same how last year I was preparing for her last rituals, and yet again the environment is same. But in middle, how these months spent was so empty, blank and slow.
I wonder how you make the person feel at once like so sudden switch and slow as well at the same time. How should I express your beauty? which is soothing and disturbing both. I have no words to describe how I feel about it. I could not even trace how I crossed these days after days. How weird it is that it doesn't matter whether the home is empty or in chirpy environment. Because when something dies inside us, the world around us feels same in all condition.
I don't want to go through with all those sympathy sessions, but still I have to entertain all of it.
At last, it is my humble request to you. Please make your this version 2.0 (time) pass quickly. And let me go back to empty days.

Yours,
Grown Up Essence

- Amandeep Kaur