Letter Found In A Bottle

By Uzma Showkat

I walk unrecognized, in a world unrealized, when I’m just me. My being dwells in thy being. My cosmos, within thee Say how much of me is me! It’s been long and while this distance of seven thousand miles has incurred over a seven thousand trials already, I ache for one glance of yours for salvation. As I hark back, I see the forlorn me. Helpless and panic, my gaze fixed at you and my feet fixed in their fetters. I see myself falling down on the slushy snow while skiing and an ecstatic touch of your helping hand over every fall. Harboring qualms in mind, I see my trembling hands held in yours, firm and reassuring ones, while we walked on the fringed extremities of the antique monuments. Little did I know about this miraculous brief walk together which eventually led us towards a life-long journey!

I always knew! I knew there was more about you… More than I had chosen to see, until you made a choice and jumped in the fire just to bring me back, strong and alive. You stood by me until the shackles could ash down and till the dwindling of the scars and till the fall of curtains. I can’t ever qualify the kind of bond that we share and the mystic tangles that kept us bound throughout this journey.

My love! People keep asking me about the distance.

Will they ever understand? Let them know, this distance has beautifully uncloaked the truth of my existence to the world. In your absence, nowhere I found a place called home, no camaraderie could bring me peace and no scenery seemed serene to me ever again. I belong to you in a way, that makes me feel homeless on earth everywhere, except where I have you by my side. I’m all ashake and shot to pieces, more like a crying child who was lost in a grand fair or like a helpless hatchling who fell off from its nest… And yet my love! Yet the hope of meeting you again, conquers the grief of my loneliness. There is a delight in my longing for you. This pursuit is beautiful and every moment that I spend in loneliness is a blessing, in that it brings me near to the time of our reunion. Peace of my heart! I see my home in you. I see my peace in you. I see my life in you. Are you far? Or does your absence serve like magic to me? My days, dressed in attires of gloom, aren’t much darker than your nights. And my nights, spent in my utter wakefulness aren’t much different from your days. If I’m a part of you and the things you see, then while I see a snowy day concluding itself into the darkest night, I also see the bright sun rising on the same day through your eyes. I live twice every day. I love you a little more than every yesterday.

And that’s why I say

My Love, Time zone between us is just an illusion

Yours,

Wifey.

By Uzma Showkat