(For Gautam, a dear friend)

Dear friend,
I sat on the hilt of time,
and let the shadows of reminences fall over me,
I dipped a few fireflies in the garden of my heart,
to pick a few emotions.to stitch for you.

Dear friend…
when my letter drifts in the passage of time
and drops by your window side,
be careful while holding it,
it carries some fragile dreams,
it might break from the careless pressure of your fingers,
some passions might drip by…
and you might step on them carelessly.

So friend,
while you open the closet of my scattered emotions,
be careful,
some might drip
others fall.

Your friend,
Paromita.