Hello Stranger


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Hello Stranger,

There is  a reason why you came into my life. Even if it was for a brief period of time. You changed the way I see this world. You changed the very concept of strangers. I was in for a surprise when I met you and I wish to God that I do meet you again at some point in time. Although I have no idea what your name is and I have forgotten what you look like. For me, you are a saviour. A saviour in the disguise of a man.

My friends had already gotten off the train and there was at least three more hours of the journey to my home left. It was pitch dark and nearing midnight and I found myself alone in that entire second class sleeper compartment. Except for you of course, which I didn’t know initially.  I was seated on the two seater side of the compartment. Suddenly the TTE appears next to my window. He was on the platform and asking me where I was going. I answered him politely, trying to not let him know that I was alone and afraid.

The train starts off again. Within a few minutes, I hear the compartment door close. Next I notice the TTE come in. He sat right in front of me while he checked my tickets. He asked me which college I was studying in. He started to ask more questions which were getting a way bit too personal. He was a middle aged man and though I was supposed to feel secure because of his presence, he managed to put me into a state of panic.

I was not used to travelling alone , that too at night. And I never expected the compartment to be so empty. When the TTE got up to go somewhere, I closed my eyes and prayed to God as hard as I could. Then ,from nowhere, you appeared. You sat in a seat close , yet far from me. You could keep an eye on me from where you were. The TTE comes back and is taken aback when he sees you sitting nearby. The train was nearing the next station. It stops and the TTE says goodbye to me and gets off onto the platform.

I gave out a sigh of relief. I picked up my walkman to listen to music, all the while keeping an eye on you keeping an eye on me. You saved me that night. I am sure you did. I never got a chance to thank you. So now I am trying to do that. I hope you read this someday and understand how grateful I am for what you did for me. How indebted I am to you for saving me and possibly my life.

Thank you dear stranger, hope only the best happened to you in your life.


Written for Write Tribe’s Letters Unsent .

To My Best Friend


To My Best Friend


Letters Unsent

My Dear BFF,

It seems this letter will never reach you. But then I am sure it will find its way to you someday.

Being friends is the first step towards any relationship. I am sure we could have converted that first attraction into something more meaningful than what it finally became. We had the required ingredients for the perfect relationship. We knew what the other was thinking, feeling and hiding. Nothing was a secret between us. We proved to be the best that could happen to each other. We admired, respected and loved each other with all dedication and no compulsion. We were close enough to be termed as soul mates. Then why? Then why did we have to part ways?

What changed? The people, as in you and me? The circumstances, as in the distances between us?  For people who care for each other, there is no room for ego. There is no room for neglect or hurt. There is only pure and total understanding. Where did we go wrong? What did I miss? I know I will never know and I have come to terms with it.

You are and always will be my best friend. No matter where you are, with whom you are, under what circumstances you are, you will always find me just a heart beat away. That’s what friendship means to me. Not the proximity in body, but in soul. I am here for you whenever you need me. If I only knew why I had to lose that place in your life. Why you chose to neglect and hurt me? Why the hurt refuses to go and why the pain refuses to subside.

I am not willing to change who I am and what I am to please you. The idea of friendship is to be accepted as is. Change I will for the people who need a modified version of me. For you, I want to be what I really am. If that changes, then there is no holding ground for this friendship. I guess it is best to let our friendship die a slow death then.

Hopefully, our paths will never cross again. Even if we do meet, it will be like strangers. Which is a reality because I don’t know you anymore. I don’t want a changed version of you either. I am sure I will never get my best friend back again. And I am ready to accept this now.

Out of sight, out of mind, but not out of soul. Yet!

Let’s not meet even in dreams I say,
If you do come, it better be to stay!

The hole in my heart stays ripped and dripping in memory of you…. My friend… My best friend… Forever???

Until time heals, still yours,

Written for Write Tribe’s Letters Unsent .