Crows Who Live Under The Same Tree

Samrin Khan

Dear Kafka,

It’s a great pity knowing that you died thinking you were a failure. You were my very first love. Now

don’t scoff at me from the other world. Your dreams are now my dreams or I wish to make them mine. I

desperately want to know what you felt when you wrote ‘Letters to Melina’. Was it joy? Was it despair?

Was it jealousy? Or was it the feeling of an unrequited love? You really do live up to your name. Don’t

you? You are a crow who likes to get lost in the shimmery sadness and in the dreams of others. For once

fly high above the sky. Will you? I want to know what went through your mind when little you requested

your friend’s father to consider you a dream. How I wish I could be born in your time! Then I would have

definitely saved you from the pain no one had saved you from. Don’t worry every bibliophile and writers

with sophisticated and philosophical mind adore you and they love you more than you could have ever

loved yourself. To some you are on the shore overlooking the world with glistening eyes. So, don’t let

others consider you a dream. Because you are already living in it. Now it’s time for you to wake up and

see beyond the veil of sadness. Hope this letter finds you dancing with joy on the other side of the

universe.

Your Wannabe Savior,

Samrin.