The day is finally here. The 1st day of December. Your letter should be here by now.
Sign, and smile at the postman, hold your letter gently, smell the envelope, try to guess the
mood of the letter, gently remove the stamp and paste it in the scrap book, open the
envelope, take out the letter, open it, read your name as the undersigned, read my new
nickname after 'dear' and read the story of one whole month in detail, re-read it and then
re-read again so that I don't miss some tiny detail.
Do you realise that this has been our ritual since almost an year now?
I can't wait anymore for the letter, the last letter in the series of 12 we decided.
I opened my laptop and tried to kill time on social media.
I remember how we met online. Random strangers punning on a random post.
I started liking you straightaway. We became friends and though I'd never met you, never
seen your face; you became an essential part of life. We discovered a common love for
writing letters and decided that letters would be the only mode of communication between us
for the next one year. One letter reaching each other on first of every month.
We became the actual "pen friends". Trust me, I've never shared with anyone as much as I
have shared with you and I think the case is same with you. I didn't realise when I started
falling for you. I still don't know if it is you I am in love with or the idea of you.
The doorbell rang. I jump from the chair and rush downstairs.
The cutest postman standing at the door
"Sorry for the delay, ma'am. The trains are running late." He smiled in the most adorable
"That is okay." I replied and smiled.
I close the door
"Aruuuuu! Who is it?" I hear my dad shout
"The mailma..." Just when it hit me. Dad was home. It must be a Sunday. How come a post
was delivered on a Sunday.
I remembered the smile of the postman. He was young. Not old enough to work. Oh dear
God! I rush to open the door. You were gone. So, this was the surprise you were talking about in the last letter! I smile myself. I have seen you once more.
The first of September,
it was also a Sunday, wasn't it?
Anshika, The Storytellers