The August It was the same August when I was walking on the path. I wonder when I see the yellow Radhachura flowers hanging from the tree. They are pouring pure thoughts over me. I am glad to see them again now. Clicked the picture and walked through the path. It was the same path where I used to wait. I waited for you so long, whenever we met and whenever we didn’t. I still feel the same but today we can’t meet, don’t know if in future. That place I used to sit, beneath trees. The Krishnochura tree pair, among them one is no more. I lost a lot in my life. I recall you my friend, and I think ‘Can I call you friend’, could I call in past, was I right! I always get confused in calculation or maybe I want to be. But the truth is things are valuable in my life. Are they really? Obviously it is. I got something special through it. When I saw you at last, I recollected the memories, feelings and wishes. I feel the song – It’s been a long day without you, my friend And I’ll tell you all it when I see you again We’ve come a long way from where we began Oh, I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.