A letter from May 5th, 2013

Dear Deepthi, The winds of change are blowing through me, past me. Graduation lurks in the dark, bleak future. Miles and miles to go before I dare to look back. I cannot reveal for I do not know who will be reading this. I want to leave this wretched place. Uncertainty and the pain of separation from all sides are shredding me to a thousand pieces. I dare not think of what awaits. Future hangs like a tonne kilo weight on my shoulder. I promise you that I'll let you reach where you belong. I'm sure you cannot fathom what I am undergoing now. I hope you are well off, wounds all healed, hale and hearty. I am not so. I am under torture. But I am free. Free to love and free to hate. I believe you are not so. You envy me even though you have all what I could ask for. I do not want to reopen healed wounds or expose well-guarded secrets by recounting my life here. Or may be the wounds are so old that they'll never hurt anymore. I'll never know. I would love to know from you, a swift response, assuring me that you are doing well. More than that, assuring me you are alive. Love always, Deepthi.