It said – “My darling… We will finally see each other for the first time on 6th June in front of the village temple. Please wear a pink rose in your hair. With love.”
What a rush of adrenalin as I scurried to the temple hopeful to find the writer & the receiver.
I found a lady with a pink rose in her hair sobbing quietly at the base of the temple stairs whilst she looked at the photo of the musician who lost his life last night in a car crash. I overheard someone say that he was upset that he wasn’t able to post his letter on time.