Letter : A widower’s letter to a neighbour widow

A widower’s letter to a neighbour widow

My Dear,

It need not upset you as to who the writer of this letter is. You may not be knowing me by name, but you do know me otherwise. Many a time we have exchanged glances on the road.

Every time I have seen you I have read the void in those beautiful eyes. I can well realize the cause of that too. But can we take it lying down, the game that the nature has played with us? Personally, I think, we should not. Something in your grace, your figure and in your movements has encouraged me in writing these lines. I do not mean to harm you or injure your feelings. Still I want you to read these few lines of request patiently and then give them the clam attention that they deserve. If this spittle stirs you a bit, think it over again before you care to reply. If not, tear it off the moment you have come up with it and then forget it.

In due course I will learn of my folly and forget the incident. You have then not to remind me of the mistake I have made. I will suo moto feel the same, and repent for it. I still remember the day when your late husband died. I saw you that very day. Your plight reminded me of my own tragedy that betook me only a few months earlier. You has lost your husband, and I my wife. It is sympathy, call it love at first sight. I felt attracted towards you. I wished I could declare it then and there that this sweet face is not meant for weeping. The society did not permit it. But I learnt it there and then that you have been left all alone in this world of woe and misery.

Since then, I have kept a watchful eye on you. I have always seen you moving out on work every morning, winter or summer. So often I have thought stopping you there and then to tell you, ...... go home, sit within four walls of the house. I will be your slave to work for you, serve you, look after you and love you. Dear ........ believe me, it is more of love than pity that has encouraged me to write this note. Think twice before you make any hasty decision, one way or the other. But remember, you need me, I need you. You do need someone. You are too young to wither away unattended. You do yearn for someone to take you in his arms. Give me a chance to prove my worth to prove my love.

Let us do away with this big joke that the nature has tried to play upon us.

With expectations,

At your beck and call,