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//the one i eta-h (darn it!) i wish i told you how i squint my eyes at your texts trying to pop out a sticker from my eyeballs. my gut smiles and jumps. i wish i told you that i eta-h you,

//the one i eta-h (darn it!) i wish i told you how i squint my eyes at your texts trying to pop out a sticker from my eyeballs. my gut smiles and jumps. i wish i told you that i eta-h you,

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yes, picture stolen from my IG archive. Happy Birthday. I don't know how to weave this into a letter. I have made peace with the fact that I am not an expert at all, when it comes to expressing something, or worse being sweet. Especially with you. I eta-h you. On other days, I would have asked you to pluck strands of your hair or to pour a bottle of Surf Excel Liquid over your nest. If it had not been today, I would have induced you to skip bathing (eat soap instead). But it's today. Monday.

yes, picture stolen from my IG archive. Happy Birthday. I don't know how to weave this into a letter. I have made peace with the fact that I am not an expert at all, when it comes to expressing something, or worse being sweet. Especially with you. I eta-h you. On other days, I would have asked you to pluck strands of your hair or to pour a bottle of Surf Excel Liquid over your nest. If it had not been today, I would have induced you to skip bathing (eat soap instead). But it's today. Monday.

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//A letter to the one i eta-h Dear Ahana, i should have wrote Deer Familiar Stranger or something that's normal to us. i am growing normal. this is an information. information is wealth. i am glad we were able to shoot our wish into the Universe together, today. our 10:10 wish has collided. it did. but this collision didn't give birth to anything destructive, instead they signed peace treaty. when your wish was finding its way to me instead of evaporating along with the stardust this Universe threw on it, my wish was figh

//A letter to the one i eta-h Dear Ahana, i should have wrote Deer Familiar Stranger or something that's normal to us. i am growing normal. this is an information. information is wealth. i am glad we were able to shoot our wish into the Universe together, today. our 10:10 wish has collided. it did. but this collision didn't give birth to anything destructive, instead they signed peace treaty. when your wish was finding its way to me instead of evaporating along with the stardust this Universe threw on it, my wish was figh

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not-so-dear Ahana Sarkar, purposely will i go to your city, in a few years. by that time, if i accidentally reach a destination that's easy for you to access, i'll travel miles away and ask you to find me. yours, Familiar Stranger. our first rendezvous will not be made easy, you see. you've to put at least quarter of the efforts. #YQbaba #whimsicalloon - Ahana Sarkar #poeticwhizkid (We Stan Hemalatha G, i swear am not bragging) #weetaheachother #letter ? #huahahaha

not-so-dear Ahana Sarkar, purposely will i go to your city, in a few years. by that time, if i accidentally reach a destination that's easy for you to access, i'll travel miles away and ask you to find me. yours, Familiar Stranger. our first rendezvous will not be made easy, you see. you've to put at least quarter of the efforts. #YQbaba #whimsicalloon - Ahana Sarkar #poeticwhizkid (We Stan Hemalatha G, i swear am not bragging) #weetaheachother #letter ? #huahahaha

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(a repost, to show my gRatItuDe) Dearest @HG, where do i start? i am guilt ridden for not wishing you on birthday, for never asking if things are okay with you. i have failed myself as a friend. but not to put up any defense on my part, online classes are sucking the blood out of me and i am facing more pressing troubles than i ever did adjusting to science.  However, i won't let your expectations shoot high. this is neither an apology nor a token of my l__e for you. i am a stupid person, but you are giving me serious compet

(a repost, to show my gRatItuDe) Dearest @HG, where do i start? i am guilt ridden for not wishing you on birthday, for never asking if things are okay with you. i have failed myself as a friend. but not to put up any defense on my part, online classes are sucking the blood out of me and i am facing more pressing troubles than i ever did adjusting to science.  However, i won't let your expectations shoot high. this is neither an apology nor a token of my l__e for you. i am a stupid person, but you are giving me serious compet

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Okay. I reread our old conversations which goes like, okay. okay. okay. okay. gibberish. gibberish. okay. gibberish. worldy question. ... nothing. promise me, that you'll help me find this idiot. ***** Dear idiot, I miss having conversations with you. Period. Months fled past. As usual, things tiered up. Major events took place too. Like, I completed school. I was in a bad relationship with Board exams for the first time. Loads of leecious activities occurred, that you're unaware of. Akka is with her in-laws and I am not sure if I feel comfortable. I'm missing my cousins now that I can't get back together with them. I want my Granny to

Okay. I reread our old conversations which goes like, okay. okay. okay. okay. gibberish. gibberish. okay. gibberish. worldy question. ... nothing. promise me, that you'll help me find this idiot. ***** Dear idiot, I miss having conversations with you. Period. Months fled past. As usual, things tiered up. Major events took place too. Like, I completed school. I was in a bad relationship with Board exams for the first time. Loads of leecious activities occurred, that you're unaware of. Akka is with her in-laws and I am not sure if I feel comfortable. I'm missing my cousins now that I can't get back together with them. I want my Granny to

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Sometimes, triggers are visible yet not. One such, made me type this letter. Being silly is fine, right? Dear Ahana, Dramatically do I weep now curled up uncomfortably on the cot. I finally feel as if YQ has again become my second home as I scroll through your profile. How I devour them like a bloodthirsty maniac! I miss simpleness. The kind that I breathe with you, precisely which we used to share before. From showing clumsy bookshelves to one another to showing our backs we have grown apart. It's hurts to knock at the door, despite knowing it'll not open. I'm still visiting places where I sat and thought about you. I've processed thoughts and photographs for you. I made sure to click pictures of tennis courts and food stalls, because I assumed that you love them. It's strange how time portrays us like marionettes. Fall apart. So, yeah. I'm in good health I suppose. I don't think you're. I am not aware whence I picked this habit of smiling widely, but I desperately plead with time to show you my witty grin. Wishing that it'll help you plant hope or better carry it all through your way. One fine thing about staying away from you is that I don't run into dreams from where I come back shrieking. Troubles you shoulder don't haunt me-- that's why I prefer eluding the truth. And, this gives me immense strength to accept that you're brave and courageous to face anything and everything. Unlike me.

Sometimes, triggers are visible yet not. One such, made me type this letter. Being silly is fine, right? Dear Ahana, Dramatically do I weep now curled up uncomfortably on the cot. I finally feel as if YQ has again become my second home as I scroll through your profile. How I devour them like a bloodthirsty maniac! I miss simpleness. The kind that I breathe with you, precisely which we used to share before. From showing clumsy bookshelves to one another to showing our backs we have grown apart. It's hurts to knock at the door, despite knowing it'll not open. I'm still visiting places where I sat and thought about you. I've processed thoughts and photographs for you. I made sure to click pictures of tennis courts and food stalls, because I assumed that you love them. It's strange how time portrays us like marionettes. Fall apart. So, yeah. I'm in good health I suppose. I don't think you're. I am not aware whence I picked this habit of smiling widely, but I desperately plead with time to show you my witty grin. Wishing that it'll help you plant hope or better carry it all through your way. One fine thing about staying away from you is that I don't run into dreams from where I come back shrieking. Troubles you shoulder don't haunt me-- that's why I prefer eluding the truth. And, this gives me immense strength to accept that you're brave and courageous to face anything and everything. Unlike me.

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To the blob of weird sweetness, You make it to my dream and I'll not dump you anytime. Every time I touch this meek little gadget, I could smell you. Yes, touch. And smell. Touch and smell. Rotten one, no qualms regarding it. I unlove people I love off and on. It has happened with you too. I 'L-word' you. Not the kind that's against nature, like you put it. Still, it isn't pure. The holiness hasn't intruded yet. Even before I could gather heart to confess that I don't hate you, you fled. Not the permanent one though. Still, when you're back I'll not invest my space and time in you. For you. I'll not. You're a mere stranger. A familiar stranger. One form of stimulant to kindle the envy in me. A kind of envy that waters my growth. Thanks Ahana. Send a copy of your book soon. I can't afford it. From, Itching lovelorn lass ;p. Ahana Sarkar - 🐒 What's the point behind tagging you here? #YQbaba #letter #weetaheachother #notafriend #beggars #yqnwc #newwritersclub

To the blob of weird sweetness, You make it to my dream and I'll not dump you anytime. Every time I touch this meek little gadget, I could smell you. Yes, touch. And smell. Touch and smell. Rotten one, no qualms regarding it. I unlove people I love off and on. It has happened with you too. I 'L-word' you. Not the kind that's against nature, like you put it. Still, it isn't pure. The holiness hasn't intruded yet. Even before I could gather heart to confess that I don't hate you, you fled. Not the permanent one though. Still, when you're back I'll not invest my space and time in you. For you. I'll not. You're a mere stranger. A familiar stranger. One form of stimulant to kindle the envy in me. A kind of envy that waters my growth. Thanks Ahana. Send a copy of your book soon. I can't afford it. From, Itching lovelorn lass ;p. Ahana Sarkar - 🐒 What's the point behind tagging you here? #YQbaba #letter #weetaheachother #notafriend #beggars #yqnwc #newwritersclub

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To the one who eta-hs me, #weetaheachother (Caption) From the one who eta-hs you. To Ahana, Lately, we both have been cbs-ing playful complaints, to annoy eachother. Though, grumbling is our birthright, for it runs through our veins, we've to draw a periphery very soon. From loading one another's inbox with periods and alphabets to contaminating the comment boxes with questions and scoldings, we've been maddening people. Now, there's a distance that's growing between us. Maybe, a healthy one. Well, I'll tell you something. I'm not a kind of person who bugs others to reply at that instant. I don't wage wars when X chooses to chat with Y, over me. I don't! I never mean to bring people to battlefields when they obscure thingummies from me. But, when it comes to you, I cross limits. Believe me, I don't mean to do it. Recently, the glum-mode intrudes my days and nights often. I seem to be downcast, mostly. Anxiety, fear, envy and all that jazz have geared up. I'm being fooled by these spinsters. Not knowing what to do, I ping you. Then, you know what happens. I burst! I regret doing that. People's bad eyes are bringing disparities. Our eta-h is becoming thin day by day.

To the one who eta-hs me, #weetaheachother (Caption) From the one who eta-hs you. To Ahana, Lately, we both have been cbs-ing playful complaints, to annoy eachother. Though, grumbling is our birthright, for it runs through our veins, we've to draw a periphery very soon. From loading one another's inbox with periods and alphabets to contaminating the comment boxes with questions and scoldings, we've been maddening people. Now, there's a distance that's growing between us. Maybe, a healthy one. Well, I'll tell you something. I'm not a kind of person who bugs others to reply at that instant. I don't wage wars when X chooses to chat with Y, over me. I don't! I never mean to bring people to battlefields when they obscure thingummies from me. But, when it comes to you, I cross limits. Believe me, I don't mean to do it. Recently, the glum-mode intrudes my days and nights often. I seem to be downcast, mostly. Anxiety, fear, envy and all that jazz have geared up. I'm being fooled by these spinsters. Not knowing what to do, I ping you. Then, you know what happens. I burst! I regret doing that. People's bad eyes are bringing disparities. Our eta-h is becoming thin day by day.

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//A letter to familiar stranger// Let us ride separately in our own ways unfurled, till our routes team at one point. And yeah, after all we're just familiar strangers. #weetaheachother (Caption) ___ •16/03/2019• Mess/Miss Ahana Sarkar, It's 3 minutes to twelve. I'd no thought about you till last minute. When I realised it's ghosts' time, your face popped up from nowhere. See the connection! The string! Whoa! Lately, I've been busy in boggling at stuffs like contentment, kaizan, zindagi, haine, ulagam, vaazhkai, love and all that jazz. So, I'd no room to accommodate people like you (only you) in my mind.

//A letter to familiar stranger// Let us ride separately in our own ways unfurled, till our routes team at one point. And yeah, after all we're just familiar strangers. #weetaheachother (Caption) ___ •16/03/2019• Mess/Miss Ahana Sarkar, It's 3 minutes to twelve. I'd no thought about you till last minute. When I realised it's ghosts' time, your face popped up from nowhere. See the connection! The string! Whoa! Lately, I've been busy in boggling at stuffs like contentment, kaizan, zindagi, haine, ulagam, vaazhkai, love and all that jazz. So, I'd no room to accommodate people like you (only you) in my mind.