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Hi,

The first time I looked into your eyes, I don't know what happened to the world around me but I had come to a halt. Feet refused to lift themselves, feet refused to ground themselves. My hands were in an archaic control that knew no one else's command than yours.

I own a body that submits to my mind but it's not usual to see a day that makes my mind submit to your eyes through mine. Eyes are underrated. I've seen eyes reflecting greater happiness than expressed and absorbing more grief than advised. I've seen eyes do things not practically much possible.

The day one finds the eyes that can catch his/her attention and relieve one of the chains, one mustn't let them go.

I've found your eyes for me but probably they are yet to know about it. I wonder but I smile. I'd love to look into those eyes again and lose control to them, for that's where I can give in to confine my eternity.

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Letter no. 12

Uncertainties, major missing and us. Wow! Three words to sum up the recent past.

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Hi,

It's been a few days into the hustle of this new city. Tossing between the temporary office and the temporary home, jumping over the apparently stagnant traffic, I fail to realize how time passes each day.

Do I miss talking to you? It's not like we talk daily, not even every alternate day. But yes, I do check our old chats again and again whenever I find time before sleeping. I miss that laughter, that smiley every minute, thinking how beautiful you'd look, how red would your cheeks become. I miss that innocent but well timed humor. But again, I do check your profile every day only to be satisfied that you've posted something and are alright. And I look forward to reading you more and more.

Submit your heartbreaks to me for I'm those pieces which have broken itself only to be your armor.

You shouldn't have been in a different city.

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Hey beautiful!

As I write to you today, others with me are already engaged with closed eyes after staying up for a long period of time, proving their mettle against the inevitable, sleep. I look out at the skies who're wearing black robes with a few sparkles on it. One particular sparklet is moving with me constantly, matching eye to eye, just like our sync. These black robes are where I wish to paint you with the color you are, yellow. On that yellow, on you, I wish to paint colors you've learnt about yourself lately and shown me. It is those lips who win the color of rose out of a tough competition between your cheeks, lips and your nail paints. Little did I know about your condition of painting the lips.

"You paint the lips, with the lips."

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Hey,

It has been quite sometime. Yes, it's been a few busy weeks. Today, I'm writing to you to tell you how this city smells of your hair.
I remember when you came to meet me the first time and we hugged each other a little. I wonder if you'd ever ask me if I wanted to let you go that day. You know the answer now, don't you?

Involuntarily, it all happened. The standing fan was destined to turn right towards you. The breeze that followed, surrounded me with what I breathed of you. Was it all your conspiracy that for those few split seconds, time felt like it had come to a halt?

I don't know if it was a hair perfume or just the fragrance of your shampoo, but I had lost a few seconds of mine to it which is why I wish to stay oblivious to the name the fragrance of your hair has.
You already know how I inhibit a city in a person. For me, that city is you and the city smells of your hair.

I so wish to meet you soon!

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Hi,

Its been more than a year I last wrote to you. And I'm confused what to write next. Where have I been? Where have you been? Where have we been? And I have an answer to none of these.

We met once after I wrote my last letter to you. Today again, I saw that picture we clicked that night and after years, a teardrop found its way out of my body. That evening was simply the best and so beautiful. Your favorite pasta and a walk in the park near your place. I sang to you, with you, the world listened. You walked, I followed. I never wanted to stop. I didn't want to leave for the other city on my route. I wanted to stay and just look at you, just listen to you speak, roll your eyes and be the expressive chirpy self you are.

I could and can help you cross the roads all the time. One way, I get to hold your hand. Your touch, I can't seem to forget how it felt. But I just blew up everything, didn't I? I don't know how but I just did that by doing nothing at all.

But.... I'll come to your city again for 'Us' has to happen.

I need a home. I need you. I need you as my home.

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Hey,

Your habit of surprising me is something that I've always appreciated as not many can do that. And this time you surprised me by writing back to me not once but twice, after coming to know that this series, all these letters are about you. They are for you. Yes, this caught me a little off guard.

Your reactions after coming to know about all the write-ups that I've written on you, have been priceless. You imbibe the magic of a city in you yet you are a world in yourself. And you're aware of how I hold your hand every night and stroll off to explore it.

Time will never be enough because I believe that every night, I'll manage to find one more place to explore in this world with you or...... in You?

Meet me soon, will you?

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एक नाम सोचा हुआ है तुम्हारे लिए, एक दिन उस नाम से भी बुलाऊंगा।

हाँ, आज ज़रा हिंदी में लिखने का मन था तुम्हें। बेहतर बात कर पाता हूँ ऐसे तुमसे। अंग्रेज़ी कमज़ोर नहीं है मगर हिंदी में अपना सा लगता है। कैसी हो तुम?

आज मेरे बनाए हुए शहर आने का मन कर रहा था। पिछले ख़त जिस दिन पढ़ लोगी, इस बात का मतलब समझ जाओगी। कभी-कभी सोचता हूँ कि जिस दिन ये ख़त यह जान कर पढ़ लोगी कि तुम्हारे लिए लिखे हैं, क्या चलेगा तुम्हारे अंदर। उस दिन जब पहली बार कुछ लिखा हुआ तुम्हें सुनाया था, तुम कुछ कह नहीं पायीं थीं जब तुम्हें बताया था कि ये तुम्हारे लिए लिखा है। कहते-कहते रुक गयीं थीं और बस देख रहीं थीं, मोबाइल की स्क्रीन को। काश, इतना बताने और देखने के लिए उस वक़्त तुम्हारे सामने होता। शायद तुम्हारे गाल खींच के फ़िर तुम्हें गले लगा लेता।

"मैं मंदर नी जाणा, मेरा यार ख़ुदा है।
मैं मस्जद नी जाणा, मेरा यार ख़ुदा है।"

"पर हमेशा देर कर देता हूँ मैं।"

जल्दी हाथ थाम लो, बस तुम्हारे लिए ही रुके हुए हैं। सोचो अगर तुम्हें पता चले कि आज ये ख़त लिखने का कोई इरादा नहीं था पर तुम्हीं ने कुछ याद दिला दिया और मैं यह लिख गया।
देखो, बस मुस्कुरा ज़रूर देना।

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Hey,

It's a bit unacceptable to me how despite talking comfortably with so many people, flirting with so many girls, I fall short of words the moment I see you or even your photograph. Yeah, it's not so common. My brain and mouth ditch me the moment I see even a glimpse of you.

I've been slow, from seeing you the first time to talking to you when I could, right in the middle of a crowd that forgets faces as soon as it sees it. I wanted to touch you, to know, how it feels to touch your rosy cheeks. It's an old adjective, but yours really are rosy. You left me spellbound. I was stammering, yeah, for the first time in years. I wanted to talk to you more, for hours, for the whole night & all I could manage was four sentences.

I wanted to tell you how beautiful you are but all I could appreciate was your poetry, a hopeful poem.

You have a terrific fashion sense. Black, white, all of them look so good on you. The simple diamond-ish earrings were a shine to the moonlit face you have. I miss seeing your face though I've seen it just twice in person.

I guess poetry gave me something a lot more than just a sense of how to use those words. It gave me you, my muse, you.

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Hey,

I think you've kinda expected this one. But then all you should be is quiet right now. Because this is about you!

Acceptance with grace. I've been seeing this in you for quite some time now. It is never easy to accept someone's past with all what you have. It results in occasional cringe and jealousy and I totally understand that. I've faced that upfront with you, with your hand in mine.

Honesty is something you earn from a person in today's time and I like to be honest with you. Or its not wrong to say that's only how I can be with you.

We never wanted to hurry but this makes me feel we've been going at a good pace. Isn't it? Taking our time to build a mutual world, separately yet together.

You're missed.

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