In the silence of the night as the moon slowly
Rose into the sky i stood at the doorstep of my child childhood home .where every stone .
Pulled back towards old memories.
Every morning when I stood near the door it
Feit as if some hidden truth was calling my
Name.
Mother always used to say this house in not
Just made of walls it is a part of our indentity and every time I walked towards the garden
It felt like something precious had been left
Behind there.
One evening as I reached the old banyan
Tree saw a broken broken bracelet lying
Beneath it the same bracelet I had once
Given to my brother in childhood.
The moment I picked it up my heartbeat grew
Faster because it was they very bracelet I
Had promised to give him one last time.
My steps slowly moved towards the old
Window the place where I had seen him for the
Last time and with every step my heart
Whispered that perhaps he was still alive.
When I reached the rooftop I found a letter
Placed there .on it was written.
You have not yet found your true love but it is
Hidden in the depths always beside you.
At that very moment hope awakened
Inside me that perhaps he would
Return someday because the depth of love never truly dies....it only searched fort the
Right path.
My hands trembled as I opened the letter
Further because the handwriting ing on it
Was one I could never forget.
It was his handwriting.... The one I had
Searched for in every memory.
My breath stopped for a moment because the boy who had disappeared years ago was the same person my heart had never stopped waiting for.
The next line made my knees weak .
If you are reading this it means destiny has brought you back before I could.
Tears filled my eyes yet my heart beat with
Strange hope.
I looked around the empty rooftop but only the cold wind answered me
Then I noticed fresh footprints in the dust.
Someone had been there only moments ago .
I followed the footprints towards the locked
Attic door the one no one in the family had
Opened for years.
My fingers shook as I touched the rusty handle.
The door slowly creaked open on its own.
Inside the candle was an old wooden box with my name carved into it .
I stepped closer my heartbeat lauder than the storm outside.
When I opened the box found dozens of
Letters every one of them written to me.
Letters dated for every year he had been gone.
My tears fell onto. The pages as I read the first
Line.
I never left you by choice .
Before I could read more a voice rose from
Behind me.
Soft ...familiar... impossible .
Because I was always here.
I turned around...
And the man standing in the shadows was
The one everyone said was dead...