A letter from Apr 03, 2025

Hi Nitisha, I'm sitting here today, wondering how you are doing. Are you still able to see the moon every night? Or have you been sleeping for a long time under it? You and I both know that our life isn't ours. It has never been ours. We finally learnt that we have been indulging everyone else but ourselves, but also hit with reality that there's nothing we can do about it. The me, right now, has nowhere to go. I'm lost and lonely, but I am surrounded by people. There's voices everywhere, but I just want it to be quiet. This time last year, you wanted to stop. Just, stop. From what? You couldn't answer. Let me answer for you. I want to the pain in my head to stop. I want the people around me to stop talking. It's noisy, you are not in the right mind. You know you've been crazy for a while, but who cares, right? People just care about themselves. You don't want people to ask you if you are ok. You just want them to stop talking. Just stop. I will always wonder if you managed to leave everything. I wonder if Vera is still a part of our lives. She was the only person who heard our voice. She was able to be herself. She had dreams, dream we could never have. She was our hope. Our only hope. Please try to hold onto her as long as you can. If not...