Dear me,

Why do you seem like a stranger to me, at times? I mean, we’ve been together for 24 years now. This strangeness is exhilarating, like the first few minutes of a blind date.  But, at times, it becomes overwhelmingly exhaustive, I tell you. How am I supposed to make you happy, when I hardly seem to know you? Let me be frank here, I am completely clueless.

Trust me, I’m trying my best to understand. But sometimes, I can’t help myself but wonder if you are even real. Don’t take it personally, please. I have my reasons to feel so. There are times when you are so elusive! Like that strand of thought that slips away, slowly at first and then all at once, from am intoxicated mind. I grapple around, failing to get hold of you, with only thin air held inside by closed fist.

I have my fears. I know that I’ve not told you about them. But, you know it, don’t you? I fear that I might lose you forever. That one day you might go into your little hibernation and never wake up. I also fear that I might end up living all my life without really knowing you. I don’t know which is more frightening.

Okay, what I am trying to convey here and failing miserably is that.. I am trying. I, really, am. So, don’t give up on me, okay?

Yours truly,



One thought on “Stranger

  1. “I had been right, I was still right, I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well have lived it another. I had done this and I hadn’t done that. I hadn’t done this thing but I had done another. And so?”

    – Albert Camus, The Stranger

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