“Dear Latika, I wish I could tell you how much I love you.”
I had opened the first two, and didn’t have the heart to open the rest.
I still wonder what might have been, if he had come for me that day.
He knew I loved him too. I had told him so under the old mango tree.
I remember when the car had sped away, taking me and Amma to this new city.
“Rajesh, I shall always love you,” this blind girl had whispered, hoping the breeze would take it to her mute lover.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
13th April, 2018)