The letter I Never Sent.

It was raining that night. Just like today.

We were sitting at that same chai stall. You said, "I will never leave you." I believed you. I was stupid.

Next morning you left. No message, no call. Just an empty bench where you used to sit.

For months I waited at that same stall, at the same time, ordering two chai. One for me, one for the empty space beside me.

The chai wala asked me one day, "Sahab, woh madam nahi aati ab?"

I smiled and said, "She went to write her book."

But the truth is, she left my story incomplete.

Today I wrote my last letter. I kept it on that same bench in the rain. If it gets washed away, let it be. Some letters are not meant to reach.

Some love stories are not meant to end. They are just meant to stay.

This is one of them.