My dear akka, I won't say I love you, I never told, and I never will. You keep asking me why don't I say "Love you too" whenever you say so. You keep Crushing me, which you call as hug, When I hate it the most. I haven't pushed you. I haven't hugged you back. But still, you trace out My love for you. I'm writing to you with a hope That you'll not read this. (Caption) My dear akka, I won't say I love you, I never told, and I never will. You keep asking me why don't I say "Love you too" whenever you say so. You keep crushing me, which you call as hug, when I hate it the most. I haven't pushed you. I haven't hugged you back. But still, you trace out my love for you. I'm writing to you with a hope that you'll not read this. Back to 2003, the time when you hated me the most. Whenever someone ignores you and lifts me up, you would hate me. Wonder how do you I know all this? Dumbo, you told this a thousand times. Then as I grew up, I started respecting you. When you call someone "akka", I would be like "Someone elder than you! Gosh! This can't happen". I told this to you no? Yes, I did, and it's lucid that your bad memory would've erased it all. Those evenings when I used to wait for you, watching the gate achingly; 'cause only you can save me from that little animal, yes, our b-r-o-t-h-e-r :-P. Those days, when you used to return from tuition; I doubt if you ever had a glance at its walls atleast! Those life theories, which I never understood! I wasn't that close with you when I was a kid, or I don't remember the attachment we had.
