He finished reading it. Seventh time today. Her first love letter.
“Could so much love ever vanish! She’ll understand, if I talk.”
“Anjali, please understand! We’d fought before also. But we always made up! Why not today? I love you, Anjali!”
She didn’t reply. Those suspended in air, hanging by rope about their neck, don’t.
(To be read only after meditating ‘deeply’ upon the profundity of above piece, and thinking of all the plot-related possibilities)
The protagonist reads his lover’s first love letter umpteen times. He realizes the depth of love they’d shared, and how talking things out could help.
He tries to convince his lover to not be miffed and try to resolve the dispute amicably. But actually, all he’s talking to is her dead body as she’d committed suicide by hanging and, he’s still in denial about it–not ready to believe ‘all was over’.