❝ Ishq saccha wahi
Jisko milti nahi manzilein ❞ - Humari Adhuri Kahani
It is the mid 50's, the time when Anahita Devi was a regular teen. At first, she was soft-spoken and an ideal child to her parents. Then her life takes a drastic turn opening her...
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❝ Mere piya gaye rangun
Kiya hai vahan se telephone
Tumhari yaad satati hai Tumhari yaad satati hai Jiya me aag lagati hai ❞
-Patang 1949
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Jaipur, Rajasthan
January, 1956
Dearest Anahita,
I have exciting news for you, my dear friend. Our wait is finally over. In shaa Allah, I am returning on tenth. I know you would be joyful and trust me, I am counting the days as well. Oh! I can't wait to talk to you again, listen to your voice and just be around you. There has been no day, strangely, when I haven't felt your presence, especially during the early winter mornings. You seem like a breath of fresh, pleasant morning breeze caressing my face. Through your letters, your voice whispers into my ears, making these letters so addictive. Court and work can be difficult and rough. When I feel down, I read your letters. And often imagine you standing next to me, mouthing these words of encouragement to me. Holding my hand gently, assuring that you are with me.
Anahita, I miss you terribly. I didn't except to be affected by the distance. But like they say- distance makes the heart grow fonder. Coming to that, there is something important that I need to share with you. I can't write in the letters though my fingers itch badly to do so, but I want to see your face when I tell you that.
