Anadi, It's been raining. I sit in the balcony for sometime and then lay in bed. I once told you that I write letters to myself every night, today I decided to write one to you. I know it's unexpected and comes from a stranger, and you're probably gonna freak out. I have been drooling over your display picture for a while. I see your last seen, 1:42 AM it says. I constantly stare at it wishing that you'd magically wake up, for the idea of your Rasol trip is making me impatient. I think it's the writer in me who's craving for simple stories of life on mountains, if any. The good thing about being a writer is that they'd never find out who's talking; whether it's you, the writer in you or both. I believe I am not gonna regret writing this cuz' with each letter, each word, I am filling the crevasse that those mountains have. Building a new story around hills, making people wonder if it's the mountain's or the butterfly effect. #LettersToThem
