The First Letter

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 left him in loss of words

like it did today. What could be written to her? He had promised

to write in an impulse. 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 said, he didn't know

what to tell his new bride. But what he did was to assure 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

times if, at all, marriage was the right decision. The Warrior

could promise very little to his family. Then, watching her, bold

backed her fears with a brave smile he was reassured. She was a

warrior in herself. He respected that. She had not only bound

him to a relationship. She had started ruling his heart.

Unknowingly, he wrote down a poem about distances. He

smiled at it before signing "Yours eternally" and calling the

messenger as dawn broke in the camp.

© Suranya