Address

Opened my old almirah,

To find something misplaced.

Was not sure if I would find it there

Searching for a while, suddenly

Found a neatly folded paper,

Tucked under an old blanket.

Since my mind was playing hide-n-seek,

With that misplaced object, I ignored this paper.

Finally, I gave up and closed the almirah.

Walking back, I saw a crumpled paper on the table,

Which reminded me of that folded paper in the almirah.

I went back, opened the chest and took out that blanket.

And I was surprised when not one, but two paper pieces fell off the folds.

One was a multi-fold paper piece.

I could make out some impressions on one side.

Had something written inside which tempted me instantly,

To open and read it, when I noticed,

The other was a clean old yellowish single paper fold,

Which turned out to be an envelope,

That had no address.

I unfolded the written piece.

And was shocked by the hand writing,

It was mine!

A little unsure now, I opened the piece fully.

Read the whole letter in one single breath.

Without any feeling, I tore the paper length;

And I tore the envelope too.

I closed the almirah,

Crumpled the torn letter and envelope;

Picked the already crumpled paper on the table,

And threw all of it together in the bin.

I sat down on the table and reminisced.

Those moments, days and nights.

I smiled and unknowingly shook my head,

With no address, how could I post the letter?

But with no address, why did I have an envelope in hand?

And even though I had an envelope,

I never put the letter inside the envelope?