Blogchatter Bloghop: An Unsent Love Letter

January, the year merely started, and Avni, who was back from her much-needed vacation, found the cluttered desk unnoticed for the past month due to work pressure and her episodes of long sitting with her laptop, taking office calls, and working tirelessly. Every morning, she would wake up with a thought to clean the mess and set up her desk.

Days passed, but the motivation did not touch her, and her desk kept getting more chaotic. It was the third weekend of the year when she decided to finish her long-pending writing piece. She woke and glanced at her work desk, and her face turned sulky. She cribbed herself for neglecting to declutter her favorite space. 

She thumped on the floor out of the bed and walked straight to her desk instead of continuing her morning routine. She saw a pile of books, a laptop, a planner, a journal, papers, and attractive stationary items. The things she would feel proud of appeared messy to her eyes. Without taking herself on a guilt trip, she started to pick things and put on the bed to clean up the desk covered with a thick layer of dust.

Soon, she removed everything from the desk except her journals. When she picked up her journal, it slipped from her hand and fell half-opened before her on the floor. As she was about to pick up her journal, she saw a folded paper in between. Without a second thought, she sat on the floor, unnoticing the harsh coldness of the floor. She wondered what it could be for a moment and opened it to find a love letter she had written to the one she thought would be her forever. 

She started caressing the written words in her beautiful writing. Before she started reading, a tear rolled down her cheeks, falling on the letter. She wiped more tears with the sleeve of her sweater from her right hand before they could spoil it further. She lost her way to memory lane and remembered all the beautiful moments they lived and cherished together. 

From sharing tiffins to hoodies, they also shared secrets. Avni felt a tingling in her stomach and laughed while remembering how he would tuck the strands of hair covering her face behind her ears. She imagined her future with him. But the destiny separated them, leaving her living in the memories.

She came back to her senses with a thud on the door, finding herself lying on the floor with a pool of tears by the side of her face, tears still rolling down her cheeks. She realized it was already past noon, and it would be the maid who came for cleaning. She got up and put a bottle horizontally on the floor beside the tear stream to make it look like the bottle fell from the desk. 

She opened the door, and the maid started chattering, not giving her time to process the emotional ride she went through a few moments ago. And her day continued, and she lost the thread of her memories.

This post is a part of Blogchatter Blog Hop.