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.

A Letter to Nature : Thoughts folded in Brown Leaves 🍂 I have a lot of good friends, I am grateful for having them in my life. But today I am recalling you. As I can't send it. That's why I am writing the letter to you nature. It is now many ages have gone away. I recall the old time, the first time. This is letter is specifically for you but I value the essence of all my friends and wish a lot of joy for them. Now I am recollecting the memories again. 🍁🍂 It is now after the months of June and July. At the beginning of August, it was the first Sunday of August, Friendship Day. I remembered how the old July spent, the July of that year. The end of May and the end of June. I remember those past few years. I remember the calm July, when we were young. That time never came again. It is rainy season, but there are bright days like autumn and spring. That tune flows in breezes and daylight " You and me kkeutnaji anh-eul history " ( You and me, a never ending history ). " Oh, naui ujuga dwae jun uliui iyagi " ( Oh, our story that became my universe ). The story may not be composed by us. But it was composed in my mind. That time was the freshest youth of us, when you were nineteen and I was also nineteen. " Yeah, we never felt so young " the line is right, I never felt such young then, or will be; " When together sign the song ", that time when we walked together, " Even if it rains ". " Yeah, (I) we never felt so right ", I felt the thoughts very right at that time, " When I got you by my side ", That was a time when you were beside me, " Along the path we walked together ". The July begins with the end of June that pass with the thought, " Wanna forgive you (me) ". Then the July slowly begins, it was a new chapter of the love I felt in spring before, I remember the spring again. The Krishnochura petals are still fallen on ground or wet in rain, the petals that bloomed in spring before. Still those tree of Krishnochura and Radhachura bloomed with flowers of red and yellow, recollecting the spring spent before. The red carpet of petals wet or dried carry the memories of spring of love that keeps blooming in July still. Time keeps going, years rotate again and again. Spring comes again, then May, June, then July, feelings reanimated, and then autumn comes, then winter, and then again spring arrives. The letters will be written under fallen leaves. Today we don't walk together but I still remember you as the same. The next part of the letter will come in next post. Stay tuned.