An impression!

You don't seem to leave me, do you?

I am in the middle of a boring meeting when I see your hand-writing popup in front of my eyes. I see the way you write my name. It's an impression of your letter on the cover of my scribbling pad.. the letter to your didi, probably your first letter to her...

I hold the book at the angle to see more of your letter. I notice your signature at the bottom edge of the book cover and the last line of your letter holds my attention. It's the line where you have mentioned my name... "Arathi conveys her greetings!"

I run my fingers over the letters, over the words, over the curves of your writing... the loops and arcs and strikes and dots... It's no more than caressing the book. But for me it's much more than that! For me, it is like running my fingers over the palm of your right hand that formed the figures and markings onto the paper to take the form of a letter.

Wish I could hold that hand a little longer... for a little more while right now!