Tuesday, 9 April 2019

Midnight Letter

Dear Beloved,
It is midnight and raining outside. I am still awake. I wish you were there and I could talk to you. Even your presence would have mattered. Though you are miles away, yet I can reach you by just a call or a text. But tonight you ended your day early. Had you not been tired, I would have talked to you for a while?  But I completely understand your situation.
Sometimes, things get perplexed personal or professional. And the need of talking to someone increases. And tonight, the urge to talk with you has increased. I just want to talk about things that are troubling me. I want to talk on the insecurities I feel. I want to talk of things that I fear. I want to talk of my mistakes, of my unfulfilled dreams. I want to pour out everything like the raindrops sputtering on the rooftop.
Yours ever,
Angry Bird.

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