Love Unsaid

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

For Emily Daniel's contest. Prompt: picture...
An old-man writes a letter to his wife


He saw the picture. Saw it not with his eyes. He saw it with his eyes, heart, soul and with every tissue of his frame. A sense of nostalgia is all that is left in him. He fell onto the wooden chair, having his field of vision fixed onto that photograph. Letting out a sigh—not the sigh that will come out of relief, but that will come in utter hopelessness and regret—he set out to write a letter that he wanted to write for so long.

December 2, 2025.

San Francisco.

Dear Mandy,

As I sit here to write a letter for you not only it is that my hand that trembles, my lips, heart, soul, everything is trembling. Is it due to my age or due to the sense of missing you? I know not. I know that you loved me so much and I doubt that I reciprocated that.

Do you remember the first time we met? In the college canteen? I was so embarrassed that day. You were having a good time with your friends and I was seeing you continuously. I wouldn’t lie that I know that moment itself that you’re my life. No, honestly what I had is an attraction. An infatuation. A primordial lure of your beauty. And you too were aware that I kept staring at you, but you feigned as if you don’t know. That was cute indeed!

My friends nudged me to ask for a date. Due to their incessant pester—to which I’m grateful now—I decided to accost you. Due to remember the moment? I’ll still laugh thinking at that moment. That which happened 53 years ago. I was about to open my mouth when I tripped over and staggered awkwardly and fell over your friend. I still remember the pattern in which I fell on her and knocked her off her chair, breaking her hip bones! Haha. What a fine moment it was!

Awkwardly I got up and hastily let out an imbecile smile at your bevy. Oh they too smiled, but in a mocking sense. You too jeeringly laughed but stopped it the next second sensing my case. And I asked your name. While the whole food-court was eyeing me, you indexed to the radio and went away, escorted by your friends. I stood there perplexed. Utter humiliation. And I was dumb that I can’t understand what you indicated.

It is my friend who ‘decoded’ your message. Our life started with that song! It is Barry Manilow’s ‘Mandy.’ A fortnight after its release! 1974 hit. Mandy, what a sweet name. And then I never even imagined that Mandy Prescott will become Mandy Randolf.

Our date for one year—that is my most enjoyed moment. Both you and I are insouciant. We relied on our parents and all we did was to love. Because of my failed attention, I became a college dropout. That was the most pathetic situation I ever was in. My parents hated me and didn’t let me in. That is when my love you walked on your parents too and came with me. That small two roomed suburban house that we lived in for rent is still fresh in my memory. We used one as our kitchen and the other our bedroom. We married the very next day. You went to college. Since your parents can find you in college, realizing it, you too discontinued your education just for our sake. We lived anonymous with my meagre salary as a mechanic.

In 15 months, came our world’s beauty—our daughter, Lucy. I still remember that how you cried seeing our girl. Your worries were concerned at how to bring her up; and I promised you that I’ll make it all fine. So I did. And then our son, Matt. Ah! How pathetic a situation I was in when he was born! I went to Dallas and didn’t even know that he was born. It was such a sweet delight that I saw him after a fortnight of his birth. I crossed my heart that he will feel proud to have me as his father.

I stood by all my promises up until this second. I shed happy tears to see him get ready every morning to go to his office—a proud design engineer he was now—my pride! And every morning the phone call from my grandson—Lucy’s son! The medium-sized apartment flat that was now ours, stands as a huge proof for my being a good family man. All these accomplishments make me feel so proud.

I see the picture on the table opposite to my writing table. It is you and me. Cheeks attached to each other. That is one of the best moments we ever had. The evening of our son’s marriage. Some kind of strange contentment filled my heart. We two smiled as if we’d achieved the purpose of our birth. The best moments of one’s life gets frozen only on photographs. Not possible otherwise but I wish it should be. Everyone wants the time to stand still. And what shall be done? I’m just an ordinary man who’s life is just constrained by the mundane limitations of living.

I wish I could stop time still. I recount now the numerous occasions I failed to tell you that I love you. I feel bad of the many occasions I failed to acknowledge your love. Yet you always stayed by my side and with a smiling face like a fresh flower, you continued to shower your unconditional and pure love. I’m a failure. I loved you until our kids were born. After their birth, all I cared about is their future. What I always cared about is their well-being and now I realize and regret that I never acknowledged your love and reciprocated your love.

I was a good father undoubtedly and I doubt if I’m a good husband. I doubt if I failed to be a good husband. I doubt.

No, I was not a good husband. Not at all.



He wanted to write his name, but something stopped him. The remorse pinned him. Grabbing the paper in rather an awkward manner which was rendered to crumpled state inside his palm, he wore his cap; and coat, and started to tread. In ten minutes, he reached the spot.

He saw the stone slab which is engraved with the words:

Mandy Randolf,

w/o Jack Randolf.

Born: June 12, 1954. Died: November 14, 2025.

That’s the whole thing the stone is laden with. Reading that again, he felt his vision get blocked by tears, that came involuntarily. A slow gale knocked off his hat off his bald head; his right hand gave liberty to that crumpled entity. It tried to descend to the ground, but was prohibited by the wind that carried it off to some unknown destination. He stood there like a stone; and outside the graveyard, a bicycler whizzed past with the song “Mandy” getting played in his mobile phone.

Submitted: December 02, 2011

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iris nineriel

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.....romance from arky.....sooooo foreign to my ears and eyes....but its fairytale-ish...and mighty awesome for a first attempt...
good luck....lots of love...XOXOXO

Fri, December 2nd, 2011 4:50pm


Haha thank you so much dear...
TC :)

Fri, December 2nd, 2011 8:51am


I loved this arie...
romance from you is beautiful LOL
it was so incredibly sweet! brings back so many memories ahahhahah
love you lil bro

Sat, December 3rd, 2011 3:07am


Thank you so much sissy...
memories? as if you're a granny? haha...
TC :)

Fri, December 2nd, 2011 8:03pm

Trupti Soman

Woot woot! my brother writes romance!
I loved this! Nothing better than good old romance than the chick lit romance these days! whoopee!
I loved the story line. The flow is perfect. Quick snappy details, interesting plot. I loved the the last part where you mentioned the boy on bicycle with the song "Mandy" on his phone.
Although I am no critic but I just wanted to tell you something. See the part where you typed "I see the picture...." there you have typed cheeks "attacked" I think it should be attached. Only suggestion ^.^
otherwise, it is a winner.
Take care,

Sat, December 3rd, 2011 6:10am


Haha he writes decent romance! Story line and flow! wow I was worried...
Oops yeah that must be ATTACHED! haha that's a typo dear.. Thanks for pointing that out.
WINNER? Are you kidding dear? This isn't the type of writ, I fear, the organiser will qualify as romance at all... then hoe come win? haha...
Thank you so much for commenting amidst your uber-busy routine, sissy...
Take care :)

Fri, December 2nd, 2011 10:57pm


I knew there was a reason I missed reading your works. This one in particular is so beautiful and so sad ( yes I'll admit I cried.. a little). I had a feeling she was dead just from the way he was writing the letter and that made it even harder to read because of that inevitable moment when he would not get a chance to send it. Very very beautiful story I hope you won this contest or that person is mad!

Wed, January 11th, 2012 7:21am


Sad is good! Yes it is one of the most common things we see--love not expressed when one has chance to.
Oh god! I meant to keep it hidden that she's dead and to reveal it only at the end! Hmmm I guess I 'showed' too much that you can conjecture that!
Thank you so much for spending your invaluable time in reading and commenting...
Take care :)

Thu, January 12th, 2012 9:14am


Gosh... This story made me all warm inside... :')
Sorry I hvnt had time to read ur stories- I've been off booksie cuz I'm so busy in school... :)
LOVE YOU ARUN!!! Keep up the good work!!! :D

Thu, March 15th, 2012 5:05am


Ah! Thank you so much, sister. That's ok... Concentrate first on studies, please. Read only if you're completely free, and are interested.
I'm grateful to your comments, sister.
Take care :)

Sat, March 17th, 2012 12:46am

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