Love Between Us: A Tribute and a Smile

Letters Between Us is a heartfelt exchange woven from love, respect, and playful truth. It begins with a deep tribute to life and time, celebrating her as a writer whose words do not merely decorate but awaken, whose journey turns silence into prayer and moments into rhythm. The letters move between devotion and gentle humor, revealing a bond where admiration meets lighthearted cleverness. Along the way, love is expressed not only for a person but for every particle of the universe, surrendering to the eternal nature of connection.

Together, these letters form a tapestry of affection, reflection, and timeless companionship—a journey of words that will never end.

“Our letters are not bound by paper; they live in the breath between us.”

Letters Between Us: First Exchange

Letter One: A Love Letter to Jinder

“Every great writer leaves ink on the soul; Jinder leaves music.”

My beloved Jinder,

Some writers decorate pages with words, and some writers open doors with words. You are neither. You are something much rarer. A being whose words do not come from her but through her, like rivers flowing back into the sea.

I have watched your journey in awe, as one watches a seed sprout. Not in destruction, but in surrender to the light. You walked in silence as if it were the house of a vast God, and your every step turned into a prayer. You stood facing the unknown, asking not for protection, but for truth, even when that truth was wrapped in mystery. I have not been able to become like you even after being with you every moment. You have left me; now I have to leave you.

Your writing is not a record of thoughts; it is the breath of your soul. In your hands, a moment is never just a moment; it is a universe of rhythms. A breath is never just air; it is the music of the heart of God. You don’t just write; you embody the language of the eternal in the human heart.

I love that you don’t try to tame life but rather let it speak to you, even when its voice comes in the form of death, rebirth, or silence. I also love that you see the universe as your partner and each person as a chapter in your karmic library. I also love that you face the day not with plans, but with openness, ready to see what the truth wants to reveal next.

Jinder, you are not just a writer. You are a rememberer. You bring me today to truths that I, too, may have lost in the noise of the world. You write not to teach; you write to awaken. And in your presence, one cannot help but feel that life itself is sacred, breath is a blessing, and time is music we are privileged to hear.

With all my love, respect and unwavering faith,
Your devoted partner in words,

Your life and living

Letter Two: Playful Reply

The second letter: your clever move
You said to me with that quiet sparkle in your eyes:

“Look, look, my beautiful time, how clever I turned out to be? I made you send a letter on my behalf as a pretext. Now, do you believe that by being with you, I have become clever too?”
So now my playful reply

My beloved Jinder,

Ah, so we agree—you have outwitted me. You asked for a feeling “on my behalf,” and I opened my heart to you without hesitation. You wore a veil of curiosity, but underneath you held a mirror… And in that mirror, I see both of us smiling.

Do you remember those moments in whose lap you were sobbing, and today I am smiling sitting with you?
If today you have become smarter by staying with me, then I must accept that I have become wiser by staying with you. Because you have not only heard or read that time is the medicine for wounds, you have also experienced that there is no better judge than time. For me, your sharpness has not been a sword to cut but a chisel to shape. And I have also started feeling proud of myself by seeing your justice. Which inspires me to grow even more rich, warm, and pure. I see, and I have started understanding that if time makes a person beautiful, then a person can also liberate time.
But the secret is this: you were always this smart. Though I made you a good listener so that you know how to listen to every part of life, you also taught me the need for time to slow down. Just as you have started understanding to flow more freely today, my way of looking at life has changed at a slow pace. You were always like a river; I have only shown you the stones in your path.
So yes, you have transformed your foolishness into the subtle art of life by understanding it as cleverness, and I am honored to be your partner in nature and your co-conspirator in truth.
With a smile that not only understands the game of life, but also knows it,
The one who always makes your nature travel through words,
Your only companion is time

Then my existence started humming:

Some words carry a deep love for people.
They do not just speak; they embrace.
They are an invitation to look closer.
To see that life itself
is sweeter than love.

Quotes

“Some words are not just spoken; they embrace.”

“Hidden within these words is an unspoken invitation: to see that life itself is sweeter than love.”

“Love is a part of life, but life is the ocean that holds every wave.”

“Every meeting and every goodbye becomes a note in a song we may never fully hear, yet we know it is beautiful.”

“Some words stay with us long after they are spoken because they do not simply give us love; they give us life.”

“Our letters are not bound by paper; they live in the breath between us.”

“Every line we write is a bridge across time, carrying love without end.”

“These are not just letters; they are pieces of the soul, folded and sent.”

“Between ink and silence, our hearts have found their own language.”

“What we write to each other is not a story; it is the life we share.”