I’m Right There! : A Letter We All Need to Receive

Dear,

You keep searching for me everywhere. But I’m right there, inside you.

Don’t go making things complicated just to see me. Simply close your eyes and I’m right there beside you.

I’m not a celebrity. You don’t need an appointment to meet me. I’m actually always free for you.

I’m not a prize to achieve.

I’m not a goal to accomplish.

I’m not a degree to attain.

I’m not a victory to conquer.

I’m not success to celebrate.

I’m just your childhood friend…

Remember when our parents said, “It’s ok. Happens. Don’t take it to heart”? It was so encouraging when we came tenth in running race!

Remember how we got to eat Gulabjam after our final exam every year even we didn’t know the results?

Remember the summer holidays after exams when we used to play day and night, and came home to eat mom-made fresh and hot sabji-roti?

Remember how the sunrise added new colours in our friendship even our Shaktiman Group fought over who will take the batting first?

Remember the time when it was just you, me and little things?

Remember the days when happiness was simple?

We were happy together… until you go looking for your new pals- Stress, Tension, Fear, Competition, and God knows who else. You started hanging out with them and not so often with me. Days passed and you then started to think that I don’t have time for you.

No Dear. I’m always here for you. You went too far from me. You just have to come back. Have faith in yourself my friend and make that comeback. Just close your eyes, try to feel my presence and you will find me in your heart. I won’t ask for your eyes’ attention. I just need that rhythmic heartbeat of yours. It makes me alive. It keeps me besides you.

Don’t reach out your hands to hold me. Embrace yourself and you will find me in your arms.

Don’t make a wish to a shooting star. I don’t live in the stars. I just live within you.

I hope this letter will become the reason for our reunion.

Yours only,

Peace

-Kayanpri

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