Someday I will write a letter,
Oh yes, I have planned it since long.
I was in high school and I had begun to dream,
I wanted to write a letter and to sign it with love.
But I set those papers on fire.
Why? Well, I fumbled for words
Words that could paint my tears and yet not drown them
And I scribbled with dried ink,
Canvassing my soul but could I yet write one?
My hands froze, my eyes went hazy,
"Oh look at her, what a pity!", they mocked.
But little did it matter or perhaps it did matter then,
But bit by bit those patches of dried ink began to flow
I wrote words which transformed into sentences.
Sentences that got a lease of life,
And I wrote a letter.
I looked at it, folded it and put it in my drawer
And one sunny day I set it ablaze
My heart fluttered and my throat had a lump
But little did it matter, little did I care.
It, I felt was not written with love,
So, I sat at my desk
And tried writing one
But voices within me fought and the fight ate me alive.
I threw my pen and never picked it up again.
Someday, I will write a letter
It will be a short one but it would be with love
And then I would fold it and put it in my drawer
And smile at it as if it were a flower
Someday, perhaps.
"Read between the lines", I heard our professor say. We were in midst of a Victorian text. I looked at her point blank. She had spoken about something which I had no clue about. "Ma'am, would you please elaborate? ", I tried framing this sentence in my mind but my introverted self overpowered my inquisitive soul like everytime. I hopelessly waited for an explanation. Ma'am started explaining about how beyond the surface meaning of any written text, there lay a wide plethora of meaning which wasn't explicitly stated. She talked about finding a void between the written words and our imagination, that void which shapes our interpretation. That explanation opened doors to my perception of reading a text. It wasn't that I had never considered about the possibilities of meanings that lay coated in words until then, but, what perhaps I lacked was to look for that void where I questioned the layers of meaning, where I put myself in those layers of wo...
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