Leafing through the pages of my past, I came across some verses we wrote to one another. The long distance romance those days had its own charm, there was no internet, no mobile phones and the salaries we earned spared us only a couple of hundred rupees to be spent on STD to talk twice a week to each other (we were also trying to have a decent bank balance to spend on our wedding).
That only left us with one option – write to each other daily. We would pour our hearts out on thin white, pink and blue sheets of paper which are still lying in the first drawer of our cupboard.
Some day, when we are gone, perhaps our son will find them and read it fondly.