I am Proud of You, Girl!
It was 7 in the morning, I opened the door to get the milk packet from the bag, hanging from the latch. As I reached out to get it, I was startled to find an envelope, neatly sealed. It bore my name and address but there was no stamp. I assumed it was delivered by courier. I kept it on top of the shoerack, next to the door and went on to finish my chores, my daughter had her school and since my husband was out of station now, I would have to drop her at 7:30.
The day went by and I entirely forgot about the envelope. It was only in the evening, after I returned from my walk, it caught my sight and I immediately grabbed it. I tore it open and got absolutely jawstuck. Oh, is it some kind of a joke? Is someone playing a prank with me? Is it my daughter, who often plays kiddish pranks with me, but not to this extent. Then who can it be?
The reason for these stream of questions and possibilities clouding my mind was due to the queer content of the letter. It read:
Dear Reubenna,
Before you tear this letter, thinking this might be someone tricking you, let me tell you, I am the person who knows you the best. No one has been so up close and personal with you, ever. So I know you and I know that one person who you believe the most in the world is me. Because I am You, after a decade!! It's 2034 and I am writing this letter sipping into my black coffee while cherishing the morning view from my balcony. I am sure it is going to be a wonderful day. I am waiting eagerly for the time when I will sit with my laptop and write today's blog. Just as you do. See I have been continuing that routine even after 10 long years. I am not going to prolong this letter further to interrupt your schedule, but here are a few things I am meaning to let you know from my heart.
I am proud of you, girl.
No matter what you went through, you never stopped writing.
Pen is mightier than sword, my dear. You always knew it and proved it. Keep writing always.
Lots of love,
Yourself
Reubenna
5/11/2034
Although, being the mother of all overthinkers, I was raided with all sorts of internal questions, about the authenticity of the letter, it somehow made me feel better and I was in for a celebratory moment with myself. I quickly prepared my black coffee, took my laptop and opened blogger. It's time to write!!
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