Letter from a guitar with broken headstock.
Mon 17 August 2020
To S,
I am in the middle of the mountains of Idaho right now. Do you know where Idaho is? To the right of California is Nevada where there is the city of Las Vegas. If you head north from Las Vegas, you will reach the great state of Idaho. And here in Idaho are great forests and mountains, just like in Nepal, the country where we both come from. I am sleeping here in the middle of this forest. It is the third consecutive night that I have slept in my car. In the past three days, I visited a desert in Colorado, and also did some hiking. Currently, I am trying to sleep in the peace of the forest. However, I am still thinking of you.
Please understand that I do not understand what is going in your head. About the kind of thoughts that are haunting you. We were good. Was I not like a friend to you? Did you think to make do of me, to take my advantage? Listen, no matter what you say, what you do, I still have love for you. I have cried many nights because of you. Because of your words and because of the fact that I do not have you. But understand that I still want you. Let’s stop the fighting. You spoke to break my heart once, but I still do not and can not think anything bad of you. I love you so much. You are so beautiful. There’s no one as beautiful as you in the town we live in.
Remember when I met you to say apologize before I went to India? You looked so darn beautiful that day. Probably ’cause I hadn’t seen you in a long time. I am glad that the universe gave me someone like you to meet, which makes me very fortunate. I want you to talk to you, I want to show this to you. Please talk to me. I want to hear your voice. Please. Please listen to me. Pleeeeeeaaaaase.
Sincerely,
Damodar
Originally published on Medium at https://medium.com/@damo-da/letter-from-a-guitar-with-broken-headstock-d5d578bb3b61.