**opens the letter**

Dear Old letter,

Its been decades since I layed my finger upon you. For this, this isn't a letter to reconcile for abandoning you for so long. But this piece of parchment is to tell you that, I still remember you.

Its been a while since I even dared to pick a parchment and scribble letters, letters to word and words into meaningful sentences. Not because I was scared of  being caught like old time. But to revive my old escape which was buried because of those fear.

Its funny that I stopped expressing to my own self after some time. The shits happening around for so long after my only friends, only escape 'you' was forced abandoned me and now making excuse like 'I could've tried to do it again sneaking around' won't help.

Because, funny! Its still an excuse.

Well, I still have all of you kept safe in my safe locker and its good news that none of you are read by anyone except one of them till now. You always, and forever will be my escape from my problems cause afterall, you're the one to save me.

You know, I miss the rustic texture of parchment, the messy sticky-ness of wax. The smell of ink, and of course the style of calligraphy and most of all, the experience of those feelings while I was writing you. Those silent hours were magical weren't they?

For a 12 year old kiddo such experiences are unique, but well everyone has a different side of themselves which they can never show to others, right?  And the funny part is, no one even noticed even when it was clear for my parents to see me awake at late hours of night.

Hahhaaa!!! That sure bring backs memories of playing dummy sleeping on the study table with all the books spread all over the study desk. A very cliche disguise for parents to know that their kid is studying hard till passing out.

You remember those, didn't you? The corners where you lived for years. The unsymmetric creases on your paper and those forceful stuffing of those papers inside the envelope and finnally packaging inside the random books for no one to see it.

Of course your apartment kept on changing from one book to different. From literature book to science, from science to mathematics until I found I perfect residence for you, the social studies book, onky because everyone in my family knows how much i hated social studies and i never even peek a glance to SST books even by mistake.

That was the level of hate towards social studies.

Finally few days back when i looked back to my old days I realized I left something which I enjoyed alot just because of the sake of my studies.

And when finally when my results are out, and even after such immense efforts and continuous 8-10 hour of long study times when I didn't get what I wanted, I needed something to fall back again.

Cleaning my store room after almost a decade i found you. And now I feel I should continue writing you because the reason i had to lose you has already slipped from my hand and now I feel I really need something on which I can shed my feelings and tears.

I hope you'll love your rejuvenation after almost a decade and i hope you'll enjoy being continued too.

At the end, I just wanted to say, I missed you alot.

Regards,

Ash.

**closes the letter**

Envelope

With regards,

To my old letters.

Address : inside my 10th grade social studies book.