Dear She_rocker,

         I remember I had written to you last time in the March of this year. That was a letter of no more than 10 sentences. I don’t know whether you watched it. It might have been redirected to the junk folder, or it might have been deleted without being viewed. Or more possibly your boyfriend would have watched it and deleted before you could got it.

 The thing that provoked me to write you again is the first anniversary of the day. It has re-intensified the memories, which were on their own way to be blurred.

 Dear she_rocker, honestly I hope and I pray you are having a rocking life nowadays. I hope you are not getting disturbed by various factors as you used to be in the past.

 The span of one year was just the cascades of another day. Every morning is equally new for you and me. How we play the rhythm of sunshine does matter to us. But unfortunately, I never tried to judge the melody of the life after you left. I never tried to evaluate the strength of weakness in your absence. I never tried to measure the level of scratchiness in my life. I neither tried to miss you nor forget you. May be that way was good for myself.

 You know it is exactly one year since you flied away. And it is exactly 4 years since we met for the first time. The period of 4 years can bring a lot of transformations. But by the time, when we will be leaning at the armchair with our grandchildren around, the same period of four year of our collegehood seems to be a flash of second. The period of four year would hardly catalyze a piece of smile in the corner of your face and you would look to the small grandchildren playing outside and the photographed husband hanging on the wall. This is the reason why I am writing you now. At least the beautiful memories can be crafted into the words, as they didn’t get space into anyone’s heart.

 Thinking rationally, there was no concrete reason for why we met and why we were separated. I prefer every moments in the life to be called "expected unexpectedness". But the science of living and engineering of human nature don’t want to be dealt emotionally. That was the factor you believed. And you threw some logical interpretations for why I can’t be in relationship with you. I remember, you talked about differences between you and me and you talked about the mismatched wavelength. When we were talking about our favorite music, you said my interests don’t match yours. And sympathetically you had asked me the meaning of "Alternative Rock". I remember how my face was blushed with silence. You had asked me the name of several singers and Hollywood artists. But I still don’t remember any of the prominent names you said. Because they all are like the name of Italian foods for me.

 Well, she rocker, I don’t think this letter deserve a decorative ending. I end it.

Cheers!!!!