To the letter

dear --

Its been many moons since we wrote to each other. I am sure a lot has changed for both of us, we have ourselves changed as well. Speaking for myself, I can say for sure that I have. A lot of inexplicable things that we used to wonder about, are clear to me. New ones have taken their place. SOme things dont bother me any more, other things that never mattered before are constantly on my mind. New fears have supplanted the old ones, new priorities have overgrown completely suppressing the older and lesser ones. I was never one to harp on "the good ol' times", I have always believed in the words of Billy Joel "The good old days weren't always good, and tomorrow's not as bad as it seems.". But I do surprise myself even now with my naivete and implicit faith that life will unfold itself and I just have to sit by the shore and wait. I still do it, though I have realised nothing happens when you are a bystander. Then one should not complain about the lack of excitement-right? or wrong? One of life's valuable lesson is that everything doesnt happen to one automagically, there's a lot of effort to be put in for it to appear so.

I actually have a ear for music now, I can never figure how that happened. I still read. Nope-no signs of my ol' painting skills. Maybe thats a dormant volcano that will erupt with a masterpiece many years from now. Or maybe that fire has forever been smothered. You might say I am still the loner that I used to be- I think I keep to myself-not because I am shy-but because I dont have much to say :).

I am curious as to what you'd say if you saw me now. What your overconfident, cocky take would be on how I've turned out. And thats right, my imagination never took off and I dont believe that kite will ever soar. I remain the eternal realist and bore myself with logic and practicality that the years have only made worse. I dont know what you'll think of my day job which I guess is also my profession. I feel old just using the words profession and career. But I guess thats what I have now. And when I am not at work, I try to have hobbies(remember how we'd talked a whole day about what qualified as hobbies?). All my music lessons went to naught- I cant sing to put a baby to sleep, for sure. I do love to travel, though I'd never make a lofty claim that I am well travelled. Again thats the "modest" me resurfacing time and again.

But as far as you're concerned, my best attempts at imagining only fail miserably. I see you just as I saw you many moons ago. Confident, cheeky and so full of yourself. Maybe life has smoothened your rough edges, maybe you are suave and polished but I cant imagine your motor-mouth to have slowed down in all these years. But life is so full of surprises, like Erma Bombeck says-"If life is a bowl of cherries, what am I doing in the pits?" :)

I am so eagerly waiting for your mail. Fill it with plenty of news about yourself and what you do and how you turned out. Remember how we'd exchange pages of our journals just so we knew what we were thinking!! I'd call that an invasion of privacy now :) but then all legalities aside, it was a good giggle time snug under the sheets with the torch light. Oh yes, my voice still squeaks like Minnie Mouse occassionaly. And when it does, it makes me take a short trip into memory wonderland.

regards
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