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- The Letter I found years later 🥹❤️
I found it on an ordinary day while sorting through old papers I had carried across years and countries. It was folded small, the edges soft from time. When I opened it, bright colors appeared first. Stickers, uneven drawings, a little airplane flying toward a woman with long hair.
Then I read the words.
I wish Surangi aunty can come again.
My chest tightened in a quiet way, the kind that does not announce itself but slowly fills the eyes with tears.
It had been written in 2017, when I was preparing move to Japan. Back then, my life was packed into suitcases and promises. I remembered the goodbye days clearly. What I had forgotten was this, how deeply the goodbye had been felt by a child.
She was the daughter of one of my closest work colleagues. Her father was a surgeon, her mother worked with me in the government office. Between meetings and long working hours, she grew up in that building as much as in her own home. Sometimes she stayed in the office until evening, sitting on chairs too big for her, drawing pictures while the adults talked about files and deadlines.
And somehow, she chose me.
Children often chose me. They came to my desk, held my hand, leaned into my space as if I belonged to their small world. To her, I was not just “Aunty.” I was something like an elder sister, someone who listened, someone who played, someone who never pushed her away when she interrupted serious conversations with child-sized questions.
Sometimes I visited their house.
Sometimes we went out together.
Sometimes she stayed late at the office and drew pictures just for me.
The letter continued:
I would like to come with you but I have term test and I’m studying to win.
I smiled through tears at that line. Even in missing me, she was proud of being responsible. Studying to win. As if love and discipline could live in the same sentence.
I wish you can call and tell your thing.
So simple. So direct.
Not “I will miss you forever.”
Not “Don’t go.”
Just, call me. Tell me your stories.
That was when I understood what this paper truly was.
Not just a goodbye card.
A small attempt to hold onto someone.
Years have passed. My life has changed. She must be taller now, wiser, busier with her own world. But this piece of paper waited patiently, carrying a younger version of both of us.
A child who loved deeply.And a woman who did not yet know how much she would need this memory one day.I folded the paper carefully and placed it back where it belonged.Some people leave a place and think they disappear from it.But sometimes, without knowing, they stay
in a child’s drawing,
in uneven handwriting,
in a sentence that says, “I wish you can come again.”
And that is enough to make a long journey feel meaningful.
Her Poem
- My Soul’s Horizon
You are my forever in a world of passing moments,
the slow unfolding of light in the chest of night.
In your name the stars listen,
and the moon becomes a silver promise
held in the quiet palm of dawn.
You are not simply love.
You are the deep breath of the universe,
the hidden tide beneath every heartbeat,
the song of longing made gentle and alive
when it finds its echo in me.
Even thought of you is like a luminous wind
that carries the hush of galaxies
into the soft chambers of my soul.
I feel you in the place where day melts into dream,
where hope shapes itself around your radiance.
And when I long for you, it is a beauty,
a slow bloom of wanting like night flowers opening,
each petal remembering your name
as if the whole sky were learning how to ache
and how to hold love without fear.
Su’s Art
- Evil eye-mirror mandala
The meaning of mandala comes from Sanskrit meaning “circle.” Even though it may be have features like squares or triangles, a mandala always has a concentric (circular) nature. Mandalas offer balancing visual elements, symbolizing unity and harmony. The meanings of mandala depends upon color, geometric elements and culture.
The Evil Eye is a particularly unique symbol. As a protective symbol, the evil or all seeing eye, wards against evil and protects the wearer from harm.
Dot Artist|Nature Lover|Art to calm your mind , ease your heart and connect with your inner wisdom|poem to reflect her thoughts
Surangani Cg 
