Confession To My Love

My dear Oindrila,

How can I forget the day when I first came across you in the batch of Geography of Nityanand sir? I was reading in class 9. Though our story started eleven years before, even now while writing the letter, I can call up everything about the magical moment when our eyes met. I can tell now the season was spring, the king of all seasons in India in both glamour and charm (that’s why it is called 'Rituraaj') and the nature dressed up itself as an exquisite beauty queen. It was a bright shiny morning and in the clear azure sky, the sun was gleaming. A cool soothing breeze was blowing slowly. Near a cuckoo was singing in its melodious voice the chants of mellifluous romance. The Krishnachura tree (flame tree) was decorated with enchanting colorful flowers. And in this shimmering morning, in the cool breeze amidst the beautiful nature and gleaming sunshine, I beheld your eyes sparkling with all the positive vibes. Then at just the very moment, I was struck by the arrows of cupid!

That's how my infatuation began. In earlier days, I was quite mad to talk to you. But for some unknown reason, you used to keep utter silence or avoid me. I was desperate to see you, talk with you, touch you. But when I would encounter you, each effort to be acquainted with you, to get the magical feeling of listening to your symphonic voice, to spend some memorable moments with you. But finally, by God's grace, fortune smiled on me.

Now I can still remember the red-letter day of my life when you talked with me. It was something a little bit serious about the upcoming exams, but when you were talking, I get a feeling that I was listening to the music of Heaven. And then I fell in your infatuation!

That's why our story started. Slowly but steadily, you turned into my ultimate fascination. You began to appear in my dreams. I would long to touch your glossy and silky hairs, to kiss your crimson red lips, to hold your soft hands, to feel your sensual curves.

Slowly you turned into a loving, caring and faithful friend. For me you were and still now are a source of blazing inspiration, never failing trust and gleaming hope, and unconditional selfless love. How can I forget the moment, when I lost my loving grandfather and broke in tears? Then you were beside me to be my support system in the toughest time of my life. You said, “Eatmon’s break down. I am with you. I will be always with you. You must be strong and accept the ultimate truth. You must do it and march forward in your life. You have to do it. And I know you can do it."

How can I forget the moment when in my college life, my career was having continuous failures and setbacks? I had sunk in the ocean of frustration and chronic depression. Then like a ray of hope, you came and held my hand. You taught me that failures are not the links in an unbreakable chain but merely temporary setbacks. Your presence motivated me to forgive my best efforts and leave the rest in the hand of the almighty God. With you, the days were beautiful, and the nights were heavenly. For me, you are the God gift!

With your loving and caring words, you stood beside me through the thick and thin of my life. When in the service exams, when I was failing to get through and my every effort was proving futile, then like an angel you came. You said to me, “When your efforts are strong and honest, success is just a matter of time. I am pretty much sure that one day you will get a handsome job. “Your words flamed my positive vibes. For me, you are priceless!

That's how the bond of our sweet friendship turned into the heavenly bond of love. Today with your best wishes and never-failing support, I am self-established. And I found this moment perfect to confess my love which I have kept secret for so long. I can message you on FB, WhatsApp or call you. But for a poet like me, this electronic method seems mechanical and emotionless. For ages, love is best expressed in letters. That's why, oh my Senorita, I am writing this love letter.

Oindrila, I love you!