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Thinking Out Loud

Dear Ritasha,

I hope you are doing well. It's been couple of years since you were last seen. Whenever I look into my Google photos and look at the pictures clicked with you, I feel nostalgic. I feel see how I've grown up. Lol. The first time I saw you in the year 2017, I had an impression of you being from most posh areas of Delhi. Maybe South Delhi!! I don't know why? I was always sacred to speak to you or to approach you. It was just if I had some work I used to come upto you. The reason why I felt that you seemed to be from South Delhi was because of the reason you carried yourself in such a manner. Well, back in 2018 it was first time I saw you in casuals and not in formals. You didn't change.

Till the time I actually spoke to you I didn't know that you were a gem. And I was equally surprised to know that you are from Meerut. We haven't spoken a lot ever since we have known each other. Also, I don't know if it's normal or not, I used to think that girls like you don't have heart. 😬 Or you may say it's only for those who are friend to you. Maybe coz coming from a small town I never saw anyone with big heart. Small towner's like me often say that दिल्ली वाली है बात नहीं करेगी, attitude problem. Although I've been proven wrong.

Ritzu/Ritasha I'm, till date, confused that by what should I address you? Senior/madam, or Ritasha?? I know I'm a confused personality. I don't know what makes me write this one down. I've never written a letter to anyone apart from my best friend/sister. Writing to you, hmm, there must be a bond. From no where we became friends. Girl, you speak Hindi as well. Hard to resist 😂😉😜. So apart from all the jokes cracked, you are down to earth. Homely girl who has heart and whose heart beats for the nature and well being of fellow human beings.

May the good God bless you. Stay the original no matter what.....

Regards
Pushkin Channan

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