Letters to A.

Dear Arsh,

A year back I was sitting next to a woman in the BEST on my way back home.She was sobbing,silently.
She was on the phone with her friend and from what I could make out from the snippets I overheard,she had been dumped.
I was expecting a message any moment.
It arrived.
It was from him.
In that moment,I felt luckier of the two women.Happy,loved.

It took me almost a year to realize how wrong I was.
You see,that message meant nothing.
I know I'm just 18 and probably not wise enough to be telling you this but I want you to know.
SHE was the luckier woman.
You see what I realized was,to have loved and lost is way better than not having loved at all.

I don't know the whole Sarv thing.I wont ask.
But I know this for sure,at one point,no matter how far away that seems now,Sarv loved you.
Just remember that you were worth the love of a man.I never got that.
And to have been through all this,you can truly say you have lived.

Arsh,
remember this and smile.
:)

Cheers,
Artemisia.

P.S: YOU know why the title is so :)





Note to readers : This letter was actually a testimonial I had written for Arsh long back after both of us met with our harsh realities.Arsh is the prettiest and one of the most powerful writers you'll ever come across.
People this pretty aren't always humble.
But Arsh is different.
:)
I really like her.