Vinayak BN

Letters of An Indian Solider to his beloved During World War II

January 25, 1944 France My Dearest Meera, As I sit down to write to you, the candle before me flickers weakly, much like the hope in my heart fragile, yet unwilling to die. Outside, the wind carries the distant echoes of war, but in this moment, I shut my eyes and think only of you. The sound of your anklets, the scent of jasmine in your hair, the softness of your voice calling my name I carry these with me, shielding them from the blood and fire that surround me.