Sunday, March 8, 2015

LETTERS

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The trouble with me was I did not know what to do with them. Those parched, brittle with times, turning yellow by seconds, hundreds of them.
 What am I talking about? Your letters to me.
I had them stored carefully, away from the prying eyes, tucked at the bottom of my bookshelf.

I had read them thousands of times, the inked paper screaming loudly of your undying love for me. The blue words melting my heart and soul making me fall in love with you a million times more. I read them, in nights of calamitous loneliness, I read them in days of shattering dreams, I read them staring at blank realities. Of course I read them, coz I believed them.
But I cannot store them, not any more.

You ask me why? Well first of all you have no reason or rhyme to question me.

I cannot store them coz they are just a guilty reminder of my foolish faith in your hollow promises.

I cannot store them coz they sting my eyes, scorching the dreams they saw for years.

I cannot store them coz they spew venom every time I try to read and recollect the love we shared.

 I cannot store them coz now they dont smell like you but some unfamiliar fermenting, rotten mold just like your rotten love.


So with a heavy heart I throw them in the flames, coz I cannot store them.
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15 comments:

  1. Vinay Leo R.March 9, 2015 at 11:17 AM

    Furious post, but quite abrupt, don't you think, R?

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  2. AnonymousMarch 10, 2015 at 6:36 AM

    You burnt the letters but what about the heart poisoned by the ink?

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  3. Shreyasi's MusingsMarch 10, 2015 at 7:47 PM

    This post echoes with the 'calamitous loneliness' of someone 'Blitzed by betrayal'. Nicely done. ATB for BAT! :-)

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  4. Someone is SpecialMarch 11, 2015 at 12:32 PM

    Burning it alone cannot help. Good luck to you!

    Someone is Special

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  5. CifarMarch 12, 2015 at 4:58 AM

    it's true that letters store memories both sorrowful and beautiful and one must burn them to get rid of those memories, nice take on the prompt

    My Blogaton Post Letter of A Girl

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  6. A Hopeless RomanticMarch 12, 2015 at 12:13 PM

    Asteria,
    The blue words are so symbolic of feeling blue and What if the promises weren't hollow and love carried a new freshness to your life?
    Would you still burn them?
    Good luck for BAT. =)

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  7. AdityaMarch 13, 2015 at 8:07 AM

    Says some true stories of world....
    ATB for BAT

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  8. Anita SabatMarch 13, 2015 at 7:29 PM

    Great, she got over it!
    She'll feel betters like in the movie Jab We met!
    Best wishes for BAT :)

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  9. MeghaMarch 14, 2015 at 8:31 AM

    yea... i totally understand.. she gets over it.. but some possessions are to be kept for life... did she leap and save them ?

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  10. aativasMarch 14, 2015 at 12:22 PM

    Both Storing and Burning can be symbolic!

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  11. FatimaMarch 14, 2015 at 11:36 PM

    I can so relate to her feelings of burning the letters, burning the memory!

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  12. Amrit SinhaMarch 15, 2015 at 12:14 AM

    What a way to come back ... love your writing, as always ... hope you write more regularly now :-)

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  13. Bringing Up CocoMarch 15, 2015 at 5:17 AM

    When they started to spew venom and smell rotten, burning was the best option. Those memories are stored which are fragrant like roses in books! Quite a crisp post. All the best!

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