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It was YOU


There was a post card for him after decades
In the age of notifications
Someone out there still had ink and enough of paper
And the most of all time to write a letter

The card had a familiar touch
The from postal code was familiar but
The name was indeed
Getting his newspaper from the dropstep
He stepped in with the card

Unable to hold the things moving upside down inside him
Opening the letter, he learnt words there were more than just to read the highlights
He sighed out her name
When she used to pen it short
Once he had suggested her to ink it long

She had written -
'She was fine on the other side and hopes the best for him
For things just to keep going,
His well being is one of all the essentials
She had dropped her words in the market and they are doing well
Most of all, the stories which weren't real are doing well in the shops and with readers
The last time you had ask me to reveal the name of person
Who is the sun of this Earth, around which all those words revolve
So for the bliss of your morning here it comes
It was you
The man who has lost of wrinkles now and 
Same like old days sleeps and wakes up with books 
And handful of beings'

She had just sketched a man taunting a lady with a name she hates most
Sometimes what's been said doesn't matter,
But the person saying it matters the most.

"Still I hold on to us.
And my husband says it's best to keep moments, words and people who matter the most
No matter what , you love them or hate them.
Keep it for it will grow you up to love the right.
Hence which all due hatred I am keeping you.
(My kinda hatred.)
Take care."

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