Consider yourself lucky, Raveenaa.

I am writing this when the clock is almost three in the morning 
and I cannot sleep and I am wide awake.

Dear Stranger, 

This one is written for you. 
Truthfully, this would be one of my many post that is inspired by a stranger person like you, but one day, I'll breathe sighs of relieve 
when you read it, so until then. You just have to figure this out. 

Exactly a week ago, I was out in a hospital, facing my almost nearing death experience. And you know that when people tell you that before your brain collapses in the very last moments, you have that 7 seconds before it all goes away. That seven seconds that mattered so much. 

And I had never been a believer of crap like this till I faced the fear myself. And in the chaos of having my pulse drop drastically and moments before I passed out, I remember seeing faces of people who I've loved and adored. I could have swored to myself that I was murmuring words of disgust and hateful to myself thinking that, 
"I am going to die tonight, and I haven't tell this persons
 A, B and C that I love him or her yet". How?

I prayed. And I told Him up there, that if I pulled this through and if He gives me a second chance at life, I was not going to screw this up. 

In those moments before I passed out, I remembered staring at all of those familiar faces, faces who I've loved and that was when a flash of YOU appeared and I could have swore that I cursed at myself even louder, why did I ever let you slip away from my path. 

Fast forward story. 

I did, I did wake up. I did survived and it took me two good days mustering up my courage forcing myself that I should 
go on and tell you about this scary experience of mine. 


I remembered that night I was exhilarated and torn as to how am I supposed to open up to a person like you. And I knew, that you would never start talking to a stranger girl like me. That was when I picked up our nearest messenger and asked if I could have a good chat with you. 

I could have swore you were online but you only replied an hour later telling me that you were on your way to bed. I cursed myself wondering why did I even bother wanting to tell you experiences that has happened. After all, I just needed that extra 10 minutes out of your 24 hours. 

And that was all it took for me to pick up the phone to give you a call. I could have swore my heart almost jumped out when you said hello, but I quickly blurted my story out and told you that you were that stranger I saw in my dream and I would choose to believe that you were my Guardian Angel. It was probably my good karma from my past life that saved me but my heart was throbbing so loudly I thought I was going to die but I really wanted you to know what and how it all happened. 

The next day came and I really wanted to speak to you again. 
I yearn to hear your voice again and I swear it was such thunder 
to my ears. It was so soothing I must have been blessed, 
caressed, and touched by the hands of angels, kan? 

You were nothing like I ever imagined, but this is me, 
showing you every side of my soul, wanting you to know that I am very curious to know more of you. Do you think you are daring enough to take a walk on the wild side, with me, to get to know me better? 


Dear Stranger, Ghar More Pardesiya. 
Come back to me, dearest Stranger. Come back to your Home.