1. The Letter


It was one regular morning when the door bell rang. I went to open the door half in sleep, Who could be there on the door so early in the morning?” I thought.  I noticed It was already 9 am.

I opened the door, and a man with big glasses in brown uniform was staring right at me. He had a lots of envelope in his hands and a pen in other. He handed me one of the envelope and landed his pen onto me to sign the receipt.

“This is Shanti Vila and you are Vipul , Right ?” He confirmed.

“Yes” I said. “Who is it from” I asked waving the envelope in my hand.

“No sender address”. Postman said. “Please sign” He seemed to be in haste.

I signed the papers , came inside completely puzzled.

After getting comfortable on the couch I checked the envelope. It said “For Vipul Mehta”. The writing was Familiar. A wave of fear flew in my head as I tried to recognise who could it be from. I tore up the envelop and slide out the letter from inside .

As soon as i had a vague look on the writing on the paper, I knew who it was from. 

I was shocked and my heartbeats paced up. My eyes were wide open and I was completely out of the sleep. I was so involved in my thoughts that I did not noticed my wife had came to hall , I realised her presence only by her question. “What have you got in your hand ?” My wife asked me with a cup of tea in her hand.

“No , What , Nothing” I didn’t know what to say, I was sweating.

“Some useless credit card template” I made it up and left the hallway as soon as I could. 

I came in my room and put that letter in my Laptop bag. To avoid any more question from my wife, I got ready for my office and disappeared from my home without even having breakfast.

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Vivek Upadhayay

I am never satisfied with what I have, and never Doubt on what I can conquer. I do not just look only in straight direction, because the world of wisdom is walking beside me and I also discover the sully soul on my other side, I am a camouflage of both. I turn around and try to walk backward to see what I keep within, deep, behind my back and accept the strokes wind puts on my face and make myself ready to get shocked any moment in life, because Things will change their shape and dimension in coming years, Good will become bad and bad will become the best. because it is what I have seen yet. Even me will not remain me, but my instinct will never change neither my love for certain things. So I surge up into the territory of stars, out of this world and try to find who I am today ?

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