Letter One

Dear Friend, 17 May 2005

I feel heavy, so does my head. So heavy that it is droopy, I am left and unable to raise it.
I have long been choked on words as if someone strangling me, not letting the words come out of my mouth and yet shouts at me “Speak”.
Again contradiction. And it is nothing out of ordinary in our lives. We sit at a table with it and pass the finest smiles to each other unaware of the fact that it is subverting you from within. And it is all around you in every single thing which has surrounded you and me.
Everyone and everything seems to be something though actually it is something else. Something and Somebody that you can never know.

Yours,

A Friend