An Open Letter

Dear Friend,

I am fine here. Hope everything is fine there. So many things had happened in this year.

You may think why I am writing this into a blog

I just want to announce it to public in the hopes of healing my injuries someway. But some how my worthless prestige never allows me to speak to any one regarding this. Even I want to write in mother tongue, but there is no enough font available or enough patience from me.

I am not going to tell you some things directly, because I don t want to hurt you in anyway.

Let me explain things briefly. As you know after graduating from the college I managed to find out job. After a year living in this false world, my hopes are faded and I am still like a tortoise, which open its head outside world very rarely. I don’t know whether I am afraid of facing the reality or the reality is cruel.

Working in a metropolitan city and spending the time alone particularly, mades me think of some needless things which is impossible to alter.

From the beginning itself, The world trained me to speak lie in different situations. First I was allowed to hesitate, then after a period of time I was forced to do it. It doesn’t mean we have never spoken those things. The Sad thing is Lie becomes an institution here. You can progress in money once you gain enough knowledge in lying, betraying and other related skills. Not only the lie, the way people (including me) leading their life is terrible. Sometimes I want to cry a lot as you did one day like a child, but even the tears seems it had dried out a long before.

Myself and my friend living in a different world, where there is no need for masks. You may remember you also lived in that world, but soon you began to move from me, by blaming your future and seeking your hopes.

No one can fill your place and somehow you disappointed me.

Now I have started to afraid of loneliness, and anticipating one day the existing friend also leave and even our world disappear like a dream. So I move hastily with the time like a piece of wood in a stream.

You may think time will heal everything, but it is a momentary and dangerous too, and at last it left some immortal scars.

I will wait for you forever.

Your Friend