Last to last year it was raining when I remembered about you. Then, last year again it was raining when I remembered about you. This year too it was raining when I thought about you.
I think it is a coincidence.
I wasn’t planning on writing to you. You hardly know the words to reply. To be honest, I am also not looking for a response.
The sky didn’t smell like it would rain today. However, come morning 7 a.m. and it started raining. Rained till 9:30, I think. Didn’t really keep a track of time. The grounds and gardens are cool. It hadn’t rained for one week and I thought it’d rain yesterday, but nothing. Every conversation with autos these days always mentions the number of days, clouds and condensation have not showed their magic here. Anyway, enough with ‘rain, why ran?’
Dear September 1 whatever year, hope these words find you. I have progressed from the missing you department to miss you only on weekdays. Oh, it’s not a sad thing at all. People here don’t think it is much but I have come to understand a lot because of the progression. I wish I could share that progression with you. But that’s the thing with understanding – when you understand something that well, it is difficult to express it. Some people also think that is the exact reason why I may not have understood.
I have some things to repeat. They are the same as I mentioned them last year.
"In fact, you’d laugh at this, but calendar only did that thing – what is that you call – yeah reminded – calendar reminded me today.
I just wanted to write to you and assure that I did not even for a bit run away from that feeling and quickly addressed the hippogriff in the room. I don’t think you can take care of the missing part because it is not you that caused it. Hope things are as good there as I have imagined them to be.
Dear school, you also go to September 1 today and its really something! I was about to forget today but here we both are in daylight, lighting up the words. I hope you really do good school. September 1 deserves to have you and you deserve to have September 1.
For the longest of times, I have found myself be absent from your camaraderie but it was great to meet you in 2015 and I can only say that it has been something! I am struggling here. Things are not as they are with you both. I am trying here. We call it something here. There is a whole set of words they have come up for it. We call it dictionary here.
School, you must have heard the gossip. Yeah it is something around those lines. Do share it with September 1. That will shake it off. Anyway, I can also tell you about it and that too in a very detailed-elaborate-word-by-word-gesture-by-gesture-gossip, but for that you would have to invite me for a chat at your place. The lake knows I can really enjoy some peace and laughter.
As much as I am looking forward to that day, I cannot help but wonder that you would eventually have to return. But who knows...There is so much I do not know, and so much uncertainty that I can’t help but wonder if anything will ever be enough or if I even know what I want or if I even know what I am wondering...Honestly, I do like you this way – meeting September 1 and not returning. Because that means there is so much to look forward to. Hogwash or not, you are too cool. Remember to do good by us!
But yeah yeah I know you don’t have the abilities to call me over now. I still had to put the offer on the table. Hope you return hale, hearty and sound from your adventures there. I hope I get to meet you again."
Since so many things that I had to tell you were same as they were last year, I don’t know what to make of it. What I think has actually remained the same is – rain, cool weather, I remembered, looking forward to not hear from you.
p.s. Please get the books that I had asked and the letters that have been absent since a long time.
Love,
More than a Railway Station today.