I can't leave you, my JNU.

                         (North Gate)

Dear JNU,

It has been six months when I came to Delhi, hoping that my love will acknowledge my presence. I took a room nearby you so that chance of getting acknowledged might come sooner. Like, Kishore Kumar said, "Mere samne wali khidki me ek chhand ka tukda rahta hai." You are my 'chand ka tukda'. I always look on the roof at my love's most magnificent beauty, Dr BR Ambedkar Central Library. I always thought that the Admin must take care of this beauty of my love on utmost urgency after lifting lockdown.

Many of your lovers have already left you even they knew that you are the victim of the current regime. They knew that you are being oppressed and pressured by dictators of the current regime to lose your identity. They didn't fight for you and left you in these conditions. You can ask questions to them. You can question their intensity of love and their dedication towards you. It is your right to ask questions. Ask them? Why they left you, and why are they leaving you? 

I can't leave you, my love, in these conditions when goons and tyrants of the regime are trying incessantly to engulf your beauty. I can't leave you even if when I stop by these tyrants daily while getting your care and love of your lap's ocean of tranquillity. I can't leave you, my dear, even when you stopped loving me. 

I will keep fighting for you until and unless I will not return you back, your magnificent charm of beauty. I will keep struggling for you until and unless I will not return you back, your all lovers who wanted to get your care and love but weren't able to stay at your place. Don't you think, my dear, that your nearby areas are not like you? We, people, are not able to love places outside of your North Gate. Look, my love, don't worry, we all love you, but some of your lovers are not so much capable of showing their love in the proximity of your bodies' smell. I hope that you know about the anxiety of your distant lovers to set an 'Abhisar' ( Date) with you. You can say that I am defending those lovers who have left you in these conditions. Yes, indeed, they were wrong. They should not have done this, but I hope you can forgive them.

I have never imagined a situation that someday I will have to write for showing my love towards you. Do you know about Kafka's love letters to Milena? What stupid I am! I am asking you. I am writing this love letter to you for showing my anxiety. I can't survive outside more if I stop writing a love letter to you. I want to hug you, my love. I want to rest in your lap's ocean of tranquillity. I want to make tattoos (graffiti) on your body. I want to decorate your hair by using fresh and subaltern 'Amaltash'. I want to walk on your road. I want to kiss your wall. I want to write a novella about my actual experience of loving you. I want to measure every inch of Delhi and assure you that it will have at least some fragrance of your dear heart.

Till then, my dear JNU, 

"I can't leave you, even if when you will stop loving me."

Nitish.