LAST LETTER

Last letter

The love of Nisha and Aritra started like a movie. Seeing the first time in class twilight, then friendship, and after that, love slowly. A ten -year relationship - it was so long after the storm, no one could think that one day the relationship would break. But life is not the same forever. People change, feel change, and time changes everything.

Nisha now works in a private company in Kolkata. Aritra's job in Bengaluru. The distance was not so understood at the beginning, but over time the distance became emotional.

In the beginning, there were talks every day, video calls, chat - everything. But at one time, the words only became a habit. The warmth of love began to diminish, Nisha realized that Aritra had no previous interest.

One night, Nisha asked a lot of courage,

- "Are you right? Doesn't change between us?"

Artrita said a little quietly,

- "No, I am with you. Just a little work stress."

But that pressure was just an excuse. Another week passed, then another. The conversation began to become small, tired and dull.

One day Nisha suddenly learned - another person's life has come.

In a friend's post on Facebook, he could not believe the first one to see a close picture of a girl with Aritra. The picture looked like they were not only friends, but more than that.

Nisha didn't say anything that night. The memories of their old days were repeated in front of their eyes-exchanging letters in the gap of the school, returning home after cinema during college, seeing Aritra's parents for the first time, and most of all that I remember-the little music box on his birthday, which still says, "I love you."

The next day he called Aritra.

- "I had something talk to you."

Aritra bowed down and said,

- "I know what you want to say. I'm sorry Nisha. I ... I don't really know when the distance between us was created."

- "So who is the girl?"

- "His name is Rima. Working with me in the office. I don't know how to get closer. I didn't want to cheat you, but it was Nisha."

Nisha was silent. No complaint, anger, shouting - he didn't do anything. Just said,

- "Okay. If you love him, stay with him."

After cutting the call, Nisha knew that this was their last word.

Then the days became lonely. Friends call by phone, everyone looks at the eyes of the mother, in the eyes of sympathy, as if Nisha is weak, broken. But he does not want anyone to compassion him.

He decided he would live for himself. He will love herself.

One night she wrote a letter for Aritra - which would never post, never send it. Just write for yourself.

“Dear Arthrita,

Writing to you today, maybe the last time. I know you will never read this letter. But there was something that I could not put in myself. So writing!!

We spent ten years together. The most beautiful, most dreamy days in my life. I never thought, our story will end like this. But maybe every story ends, and the end of our story was like that.

You may have left me, but the love, memory, joy of you given - they will be in my chest forever.

You love Rima, I am in trouble listening to it, but once I realized that love can never be forced to hold on. If you are more happy with him, I have nothing to say. Because love means not just to be found, besides.

I just want to make a request today - never lose owness. Love him from the mind, as you once loved me.

And yes, I will not be easy to forget, I know. Sometimes listening to the old -fashioned songs maybe I will remember. Maybe when you see a shop on the side of the road, we will remember that afternoon.

But I know, time swallows everything. One day I will be the only memory.

From today I will love myself, walk on my dream to fulfill my dreams. Maybe someone new will come, or maybe alone. But it doesn't matter to me.

Be good, Arritra. Many wishes for your new life.

Nisha. ”

After this letter, Nisha did not look back for once again. He started his new life - new studies, new friends, occasionally walking alone.

Arritra may never have understood what he lost.

But Nisha knows what she has got - no, self -esteem, and a new kind of love - to own.