Love and the Dark Night

PART THREE, SIXTEEN

 Dear Sylvi

I sometimes find myself in a quandary when deciding how to address you. I initially knew you as Sylvi. But after a decade someone appeared as Damasque. And by the time I was given the moment to successfully untie the knots of the puzzle behind the name beginning with D, I had got involved with Damasque rather than with Sylvi. So to pacify my mind, I have to serve two mistresses – the Damasque in Sylvi and Sylvi in Damasque.

Anyway, I’m sure you spent your days all right. As far as myself, I attended the funeral gathering of Simran. You know her parents are of the philosophy that such a gathering shouldn’t be marked with sadness. But, simultaneously, they are of the belief that the soul has transcended into a level from where it will not desire to see its near and dear ones gr