“Can you trust me, once again…? Won’t you feel guilty accepting me with my wrongs…?’ I whispered.‘No… never…’ she hugged me tight, I rubbed my hand on her hairs , pat on her shoulder and said sorry for making her cry.”

“Can you trust me, once again…? Won’t you feel guilty accepting me with my wrongs…?’ I whispered.‘No… never…’ she hugged me tight, I rubbed my hand on her hairs , pat on her shoulder and said sorry for making her cry.”

“The day, before sleeping; I recalled everything… to crosscheck that - whether I was wrong at any point of time! Then I realized – it’s not mandatory that the way you perceive life will be the same in which others envision it.”

“Can you trust me, once again…? Won’t you feel guilty accepting me with my wrongs…?’ I whispered.‘No… never…’ she hugged me tight, I rubbed my hand on her hairs , pat on her shoulder and said sorry for making her cry.”

“Your sketch is beyond the imagination, it’s beyond thevast sea with full of emotion. A wide space is there between the two, a space of freedom, space of flexibility, though they were quite close to each other, but they are not restricted to anything. When you restrict your mind, your relation starts taking a reverse direction’. Once again, the letter reminded me of Neha’s emotion, her attachments for me…”