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"A Midnight Letter - That Never Reached"

To
Dear Best Friend,

09/April/2016

Writing to you at a time when half of the world is fast asleep. And also being sure about the fact that this letter is never going to reach you and get your eyes.

I have, very, often read on the internet that midnight conversations are the most loyal and honest ones. And I'm just putting an effort to pen down my loyal words that carry the same amount of love and affection as a year ago. My stylograph still bleed in various colors when I miss you. Never do I understand why time made us each other's best friend too. I still remember the calendar dates and time when we both made ouself available for each other irrespective of the day's time. Those harsh words when any wrong deed done and those words of praise when something good made our status raised. Having your back was always like an extra back bone for me. Some bad deeds by the world, then, never bothered me.

Been a year we didn't talk. Dates got repeated and year rolled over, we never shared our emotions. Those unread Conversations needed the ears again. Those grey ticks waited to turn into blue once again. And this would be a dream being expected to come true and if it does, there would be nothing better I expect God to do!! Let's be ourself and not that that fake which sometimes lead us on to the materialistic ways. The path on which we never walked before. Those long lanes in which we never stood before.

Regards
......

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