Today again Harry rushed out of home with a bitter mood and Neha nearly froze at the door.This was the routine of almost everyday. She went inside the bedroom spiritlessly and locked the door. She opened her closet, then the locker inside it, took out the envelop and hurriedly opened it. With great care she unfolded the letter and held the dried rose petals in her hands. With watery eyes she stared those petals. The last memory of Raj!!! Two years back she married Harry and was in the process to forget Raj. Her first love Raj, would never fit into the frame of her husband, she knew that very well. Therefore, she practically chose Harry as her life partner and moved forward.
The glittering world of materialism lost its shine within no time. Neha and Harry were not made for each other. She could not complaint to anyone because it was her decision. Undoubtedly her material desires were fulfiied, but there was no compatibility between the couple. She wanted to shout on herself, blame herself for such unreasonable choice. During those tough and troubled times this letter from Raj seemed to be an oasis of comfort in the desert of her married life.
She has retained Raj’s love letter as a substitute to carry forward her unpleasant married life. Whenever she wants to console her heart, these dry petals appear as fresh ones through her watery eyes.