Letter to Mr. Cyber

( This letter is to all writers who engage themselves in chat as a time pass, a virtual world

Dear,

In the very first meet you found your so called "A Long Time Existence" but now here comes "A Short span of imagination: the reality".

My sky has gone black. Full of clouds. Its not raining, its not drizzling, its not snowing, and it has no sun, not at all. These days I m cozy in my room with blanket pulled over, switching channels and trying to watch something interesting.

Yesterday evening I was just trying to find something to read among my collection…accidentally I came over those letters (hard copy). I read them all. I read both sent and received mails. When we wrote to each other, it was a magic then….but ultimately we found out it to be an illusion.

We both are lucky to have spent those magnetizing moments, virtually.

You bring smile on my face…..whenever I think of the moments I thought about you, your letters, and soft voice.

I wanted to share something with you…..but never got the chance. Well, "The Lake House", the movie that you talked about. When I watched it then, I felt it so damn stupid (the very concept, as I had stated earlier). But then, after we met, exchanged e-mails, you somehow was almost successful to change my thoughts. Now, I was just trying to see if you could really prove me wrong? I knew the reality. Because I was enjoying the never-happening dreams so much, so I let you do whatever you wanted. And then, came the reality….your all of sudden disappearance.

You see, the cyber world is completely virtual. How can one have a deep and true a feeling (even of friendship) until and unless they meet each other? I am sure, you must still be living in dreams……the dream of miss dolly 1, dolly 2 …….but wake up boy! Find someone with whom you can create memories, a genuine and beautiful memories and yet live in present. Together make your every tomorrow a beautiful present. How long will you live in this virtual world man? Alright, I believe that it will for the moment help you to make so called "Time Pass". You must have many times said to yourself........it's just a time pass. Wake up boy!! Wake up!!! The real world is far more beautiful than this virtual world. If you've nothing to do then go to the streets of Kathmandu valley. Go to sundhara, there are many stories for writers like you and me to write. They are waiting for us to be written in our words…everyone see them but only few like you and me can feel them.

Yesterday, as I was walking along RNAC lane, an impaired boy, without right hand and right leg, was painting and earning. This story has touched my soul. I think I will soon write on it. But at the same moment I happened to think about writers like you, good writers, wide thoughts, but narrowing themselves in cyber world. You are meant to do something highly great, okay. So, go man go, hunt the treasures, find those unrevealed stories and write them, build up your career even more better , Infact best. Don't waste your precious time and unique talent.


You must be thinking, why am I acting so motherly? Or like an advisory board member. Its simple…its my dream. I dream of being a person who stays on the ground and try to lift others up. I dream of shaping the youth, they are diverting, I dream to bring them on right track. I don't dream to be in limelight, but I dream to bring others' actions in limelight. In this world of win-lose strategy, the world of zero-sum game, have you ever met such person who achieves success when other achieve theirs? May be I am one who has such dreams, I play win-win game, though not alwasys. And, at the same time, I just don't dream, but believe in striving to make them come true. This letter to you is a mere attempt. Dreams and imagination are different things. Don't live in imagination. Dream, and make your dream come true (not every but most of them). I know you are the best dreamer, but I also believe you are better achiever as well. So, GO FOR YOUR DREAMS….. imagination are there just for short time, okay!!

Truly Yours'
An Inspiration