Dear, let me start this conversation as we started some of the first ones, summoning friendship. Today we are not what we used to be and we are not what we wanted to be. We have come a long way apart from each-other and from ourselves. I don’t think I can undo the past. Neither do I think can you we each have our reasons But still, let me start this co nversation, as someone who once was the love of your life. And let me bring to context, my actions tonite. Dear, I take you back into my first memory as a person – since the time I started dreaming less and living some more. I have asked existential questions to which I haven’t found answers. Questions like why I am alive, why I see day after day, why I need to keep sustaining this body till my chances of living seem less? And one fine day, reason and logic go out the window when I chance upon a speeding car? Freud was too intellectual for sustain. The words seemed a weight I am to carry as I carry my life Perhaps some...
That, which has a beginning has an end. That, which is limitless and infinite is without a beginning and without an end.