Agantuk's Desk – Explore, Implore, Reverberate
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Category: Unsigned Letters
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To, My Dearest, You came to me like an unprecedented summer – full of heat but not without the hope of rain. I know not then what it was. For feelings lied unfathomable and vacant. I had just started to know loved by then. Not the ones that you see in movies and novels but…
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To, My Dearest, Today is a day of unbecoming. A day when you have ceased to become my existence and be on your own. The days remind of the traversed months and the months become an unbecoming. While they unfold each other in a quiet afternoon, you leave one by one. Sometimes to haunt.…
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Something rotten had been buried in the soil. The old house where we lived has turned into a crematorium of memories. It gave away an effervescence of afterthought that no matter how close December is to February, February will always be far away from December.
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The cluttered thoughts give away to a cluttered handwriting. The hands tremble as you write making the reading impossible and the reaching untenable. Yet, what is to come, will come to you at the necessary moment. The given resonance makes sound only in that moment.
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To, My Dearest, Today is Christmas. One of many 25ths of my 25th year. My first 25th of the 25th year. It reminds me of you. I know you aren’t very fond of it. You like the sound of raindrops hitting the soil leaving a petrichor effect. Yet, this cold chilly winter festival of gaiety…
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