A letter to someoneone who writes to Servy ;) Hey At! How do you do? ;) Here's the thing: I have been meaning to write to you for a really long time. I don't know how many times I opened MI Notes, typed "Dear Atima" and backspaced. I didn't keep tab on the number of nights I came up with killer one-liners to start the letter with. I don't know. You could ask me, "what do you know?" I don't have an answer. (Answer obsoyo) I know one thing. You came into my life (darn it how cheesy!) like summer rain. I never waited for you at any junction, or food joints for that matter. I never looked at the time every other minute waiting for your arrival. When you arrived, I smelled you before looking at you. Like how it's always the smell of petrichor that announces summer rain and not the rain in itself, it was not you but everything about you. You rushed in through all the thin gaps. You put on a calm show. Or, I always saw you like that. Of course, 99% of the time, it is in the eyes of the beholder.