Memory Letter

I was cleaning the storeroom. I had not cleaned it for 2 years. Three years ago, I was married in this house and I got a little baby girl after a year. Since she was born, all of my time was for her. The

I don't know how two years moved. My day starts from her, ends at her. Today also, her grandmother came and she took her along with her.

That's why, I could find this me time, after such a long time. I had rested for an hour. Then I thought to tidy up the house, and I landed in the storeroom after thinking about where should I start. I found so much stuff which I was longing to see, but I couldn't do it. There were things that I have completely forgotten about. Firstly, I cleaned the room and I did organise it and all the stuff in it- old clothes, sandals, books, some papers and all.

The most important thing that I found was my luggage. I took out my luggage to the room and I was staring at it. It is really close to my heart because my grandmother gifted me. It was her last gift that I got before her death. In such a long period of time, its colour faded but hues of pink were still fresh. I got it here in this house. My relatives wonder what will I do with that old luggage, but nobody knew how important it was for me. My grandmother was not at my wedding, but still, I know, her blessings were always with me and this was like one of her blessings. I pampered the luggage for about 10 minutes. I was lost to my innocent memories with grandma. The tears jumped from my eyes. I control myself and open the luggage, it was full of my stuff.

I found my certificates for various competitions, my ID cards, my first job letter, my childhood pictures, with grandma and friends on our trips. My experience certificates, my notebooks, books, exams, DMCs, birthday gifts, trophies, all I have kept. I believe to store all these as my memories. I used to decorate my living room with my paintings and poetry pieces. All of my prizes used to cherish my showcase. I literally met my inner me, that I was once.

Then I found one notebook, which was locked. I wondered why did I lock it, what was written in it?? As it was locked I need to find a key to open it. I couldn't find it in the luggage. I immediately called my mother about it. My mother was shocked at how could I even forget about it. She told me that it was my personal diary, and its key was in the envelope where my certificates were kept. I asked her how did she know? She told me that she knew about it from the very beginning, but she never let me know about it. I cut the call and search for the key to begin.

Soon I got the key. I instantly open that diary. I enter into a new world, where I had written my feelings with the ink. The pages were somewhat wrinkled, torn, but I admired all of them. I didn't notice that the window was open. The wind hits and some pages got scattered. I collected them. What I saw was more shocking. It was a letter. My heart skipped a beat. It was a memory letter. Yes, memory letter. Memory because it makes me regain my memory.

It was written by some Sudhir. I totally forgot about him. He had written it to me 3 and a half years ago before my marriage took place. I remember that I had met with an accident. It was written in the letter that I suffered from temporary memory loss. That's why I couldn't recall who was Sudhir. I remember only one thing, he came to me in the hospital daily, in the absence of my parents. I always wondered why he was there. But, today I got to know.

'We were in a relationship from 7 months at the time of your accident. Accident was severe and the outcome was you forgot me. Your family knew me, so I couldn't come to meet you in front of them. So I met you when there was no one around. I tried very hard, but I couldn't succeed to enter your mind again. Last day, before discharge, I had kept that letter in your notebook and asked you to open it afterward. I hope we will meet soon...

- only yours, Sudhir"

I cried reading that letter. Maybe, I was furious at my destiny and my family. I don't know what happened to me. I just got my childhood picture. My daughter looks like me. That picture reminded me of my daughter. I immediately closed the letter and that diary and locked it.