The fading sun spilled through the half-open window of Kabir’s room, painting streaks of gold and orange on the pale blue walls. His desk, cluttered yet carefully organized, bore the traces of an old routine—a half-burnt candle, a fountain pen with a nib darkened by ink, and a stack of papers folded neatly into envelopes. Some were sealed, some not, but all bore no address. They were ghosts of words never spoken. Kabir sat hunched forward, his elbows resting on the desk as though the weight of his heart pressed them down. The page before him was still blank, except for the salutation: Dear Meera.
Unwritten Letters - 1
CHAPTER 1 :-The words never sentThe fading sun spilled through the half-open window of Kabir’s room, painting streaks of and orange on the pale blue walls. His desk, cluttered yet carefully organized, bore the traces of an old routine—a half-burnt candle, a fountain pen with a nib darkened by ink, and a stack of papers folded neatly into envelopes. Some were sealed, some not, but all bore no address. They were ghosts of words never spoken.Kabir sat hunched forward, his elbows resting on the desk as though the weight of his heart pressed them down. The page before him ...Read More
Unwritten Letters - 2
Chapter 2 – Shadows of ExpectationsThe morning after the rain felt heavier than usual. The lane in front of house glistened with damp patches where puddles had not yet dried. A group of children splashed through them, shouting and laughing, their voices echoing between the narrow walls of the neighborhood. From his veranda, Kabir watched absentmindedly, his notebook resting open but empty on his lap.Across the street, Meera’s house was alive with unusual commotion. Bright sarees hung from the balcony railing, women moved in and out carrying trays of sweets, and the sound of laughter mingled with the clinking ...Read More