And at the end of the day poets draw poems out of extremely prosaic things Dear Spine, Haha! I know you will be shocked seeing this address and also seeing a letter from this address 'cause we aren't much apart although you are now just in partly inactive mode. But lemme tell you it was quite long I wanted to tell you some things, which I can't frame in words, introvercy problem you know, na... You know, you are spine? Your straps never let me down my shoulders instead of so much pressure. And you carry so experiences that I am here, you are my spine for that too. I remember our journey from that kindergarten school where I got pat on the first day for not crying and I ended my last day of 10th not crying, even though many got far away. Long journey in a line... Just as the toffee thst I found in you breathing in past, but hasn't lost its flavour, the memories lie there. Just as you have been at frantic hours of marksheet out, you have been on my lap, when I was daydreaming looking at my crush... Well, you kept safe those last pages, I am greatful but that nalayak best friend, she took out all and read it all in front of him. Ish! What a embarrassing situation for a introvert :"/. Thanks for being with me to fight those right winning games. Thanks for being by my side when I had my anger on my nose, so often. Sorry, I messed you up at times with oils and syrups, but you know na I am big time foodie... Hm, I know you sobbed whenever I codemned you of your weight but you know what, those goofy teachers were not so dear, so all anger fell on you. I remember that sunny day when me and my grandma shared you as you were quite high. I never judged how you felt to carry so much. I feel you tonight. And all the stories you heard till now, are just a sneak peek of many who lost me, and many whom I lost. I know I am a callous who doesn't put the rubber band to the packet of popcorns at the correct time. Although, you carry them all. You saw those scratches those crackheads did on you? You had pain? You know those not-so-properly-constructed sentences on my fid and those scribbles are my SA and AV node... Well, I lost touch with many, and will lose many, maybe all. But you know what, I know you will be there till then as my pacemaker. Well, I will try not make you a memory too... I will try. Let's end. I know I missed many things. Actually, I want to say more but I don't know why I can't complete any letter. I heard once "poems don't have a full stop". Maybe, so are some letters and this haphazard me. You know, we have a long journey left yet... Some more sediments of experiments and some more blows of memories, altogether...
