Dear Moon

Dear Moon, 

We haven't officially met yet, but hi, I'm Aditi. I'm an admirer who sees you everyday from my rooftop. I think there aren't enough words to orchestrate your pristine beauty. No, I am not just another melancholic admirer of yours. You know, I have a lot to talk, actually umm, gossip. But anyway.  

It's just another night but the set of thoughts that I posses haven't changed. I feel as if the stars around you feel kind of bad. Amidst the cosmos, you're always known to be the most exquisite of all but what about the stars which twinkle to create a backdrop so deep? This is what I wanted to talk about. The importance of a person, on the verge of falling off the cliff. Don't you feel that you jeopardize the chance of those stars to get noticed ( I'm sorry stars, if by chance if you're reading this too but I had to bring this up.) Anyway, we'll do the sad talking later on, maybe because that's what I always do. Why is it that the happy corner of my heart is the first one to be set ajar  by me? Why is it that people bottle up my happiness and never look at it? If they don't have to cross paths with my happiness again, then why do they gladly steal it from me ? Why am I left to suffer with a feeling that consumes me every second? Why does the air feel so tight that I wish to punch, break it into tiny pieces and push them down through my trachea. Hahahah, funny how trachea reminds me that someone once told me that they like it when I talk medical to them. They quoted my favourite book. Moon, do you believe in bets? Because I can bet anything to prove that they don't remember it. This is what happens. Extracting happiness, bottling it up and throwing it away at some sloppy place. I cannot fathom out that where do they throw my teeny tiny bit of happiness. Hey by the way, sometimes you just need someone to listen. So pertaining to the fact that my English teachers have been teaching me forever, I'd like to thank you respectfully through this letter. 

People don't usually say this, because they fear judgements. Even I do. I know people other than you are going to read it too and this letter will be their next topic to gossip about with their friends. But I'd still say, I am not as bad as they think I am. I'm just a little bit of Violet Markey, broken. And how desperately I don't want them to think less of me. See, told ya. My gossips are too overdramatic. Anyway, it's time to sign off. I'll visit you tomorrow again. We'll watch another episode of Friends together. God knows when I am going to finish watching this show *facepalm*. If for once  you'll look into my eyes, you'll easily be able to see me trying to solve the jigsaw puzzle with the broken pieces of me. Here's to all my silent cries and beautiful wide smiles with you. 

With immense love, 

 Aditi :-)