She came everyday to the office to ask for any response from the recipient. He sometimes pitied her for her effort to wait for someone’s response who wasn’t even interested to write to her.
She was beautiful. She always dressed in traditional salwaar-kurta. Her smile would instantly attract him.
“Did anyone miss me enough to write to me?” She would ask.
“This time, yes.” He lied, one day. He secretly wrote a letter to her. She smiled; a fresh smile this time. The smile that sank his heart.
This was the day she waited for, after his accident, when he would get back his memories and write to her. It was only later she knew that it was a fresh start of a love story for him. He fell in love with her, all over again.