Precious
I meet you every time, leaving a part of me behind, just for you. Every time we separate, with each crashing wave. A shell or two, a precious pearl from the blue; you, in turn, hide my gift carefully beneath the calm of your sand.
~ Suranya
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The First Letter
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He was struggling with his first letter to her. He had strangely written thousands of letters before. To his mother. To his seniors and subordinates. No letter had left him in a loss of words like it did today. What could be written to her? He had promised to write in an instant. For when he was leaving for the battlefield the day after marrying her, maybe because he had seen it in her eyes. Tears held back. Worries concealed with a smile. And a sense of loneliness, A sense of getting lost in a palace full of unknown people. Truth be told, he didn't know what to tell his new bride. But what he did was assure her that he would write to her. For the first time, the sleepless night made him sit with a pen and paper and scribble. He had never paid heed to his words or letters before. They usually talked of politics and his well-being. But she... She was like a poem to his heart. Gentle, Deep. And mysterious. Reading between the lines was not easy when it came to her. He had wondered at...
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