User The letter was never delivered

By Aranna Hasan Delwar 

The nostalgia lingers, a fading echo of handwritten words. Dust settles on the unfulfilled intent, and the absence of a postmark mirrors the disconnect in the rush of progress.

No longer can I trace the path of that unread letter, and the dilapidated house at the alley's end stands as a testament to missed connections. Shimmochche Narayn Master, ever hopeful, awaits words that never arrived.

In the silence of the present, the unwritten paragraphs weigh heavy, a testament to the ephemeral nature of sentiment lost in the whirlwind of time and change.