10th May, 2015.
So, mother's day. I really do not get the point of assigning a particular day for the person who means world to you. Like, what about the rest of the 364 days? You don't love her then? But anyways, whatever makes you lot happy. I am here to continue my Project : Letters. This is the second one. So, here.
Letter 2.
"30th October, 2014.
Dear ________
It is 6.45 in the evening and I am here on my roof, looking at the Qutub Minar and writing this.Yes, the same Qutub Minar that you could't see, hahahaha.... but the evening was beautiful. Finally you were in my actual Sandcastle, by my side, and I cannot ask for anything more. I even remember your appearance. Full sleeved blue floral dress, blue jeans, hair tied to a ponytail or plait (i am not sure what to call it). Anywho, the Minar is still there if you want to know, although the fog is consuming it. October fog... hmm... i loved that evening more than any.
So, let me describe you what is it like up here now, or the things going around. See if you can imagine it, since you do have a way with it. the sky is purpulish in shade, the sun already is down, done with the day, letting the night to take us in her embrace. Silly, sometimes we personify night as a man and at times as a woman. Maybe to suit our rather 'poetic' needs. Anyway, right on the opposite roof of mine, there is a man with his wife and their little kid. the child is playing with a broken helicopter toy, the mother and the father are munching on peanuts and drinking tea. The mosque is already calling out with the evening prayer and there is a temple too somewhere, i cannot see it, but can hear the bells and they are playing this "Mata rani" song on highest decibel possible. Strange is human's faith.
There is a guy on the roof on far left to my roof. He is wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans. Continuously oogling on the phone screen, he just stood up in an exuberant manner, I am assuming his girlfriend had finally called him, given is jolly gait across the whole roof and smile. That reminds me how much i am like him, waiting for your text. yes, we do not call each other, but then, we talk like hell. I can actually feel his heartbeat, because it is like mine when i see your text with "Mr HOOOOLMES!". Well...we will continue that after your sabbath is over. For now, I will my heart in this strange but lovely solace.
Down below on the street, the kids are playing badminton, bhai being the undefeated champion... the kids like him, he has a special talent to charm them. Heh! Oh, by the way, he was asking about your well being. Since the day you felt hurt by his non talking behavior, he is a bit concerned. Baba too was asking.
The evening is drowning in the cacophony of night, i can hear mother blowing the conch shell, the evening pujo is complete. now she will call me to go to the market...urrgh!
Anyways, my students will be here soon, i gave them a task, today is test. And i know one will fail (kya karun main iska!).
How is everyone by the way? Kaku-kakima, guten? And how is mr.sen? still flirting? (hehehe, i need to meet him.) And ms....um.. Rajkamal is it? the one who was low and talked about which you wrote a blog? i hope she is good!
Well, Maa is calling, i need to stop now. Take care.
Love.
R.B (signature)..."
So, mother's day. I really do not get the point of assigning a particular day for the person who means world to you. Like, what about the rest of the 364 days? You don't love her then? But anyways, whatever makes you lot happy. I am here to continue my Project : Letters. This is the second one. So, here.
Letter 2.
"30th October, 2014.
Dear ________
It is 6.45 in the evening and I am here on my roof, looking at the Qutub Minar and writing this.Yes, the same Qutub Minar that you could't see, hahahaha.... but the evening was beautiful. Finally you were in my actual Sandcastle, by my side, and I cannot ask for anything more. I even remember your appearance. Full sleeved blue floral dress, blue jeans, hair tied to a ponytail or plait (i am not sure what to call it). Anywho, the Minar is still there if you want to know, although the fog is consuming it. October fog... hmm... i loved that evening more than any.
So, let me describe you what is it like up here now, or the things going around. See if you can imagine it, since you do have a way with it. the sky is purpulish in shade, the sun already is down, done with the day, letting the night to take us in her embrace. Silly, sometimes we personify night as a man and at times as a woman. Maybe to suit our rather 'poetic' needs. Anyway, right on the opposite roof of mine, there is a man with his wife and their little kid. the child is playing with a broken helicopter toy, the mother and the father are munching on peanuts and drinking tea. The mosque is already calling out with the evening prayer and there is a temple too somewhere, i cannot see it, but can hear the bells and they are playing this "Mata rani" song on highest decibel possible. Strange is human's faith.
There is a guy on the roof on far left to my roof. He is wearing a red t-shirt and blue jeans. Continuously oogling on the phone screen, he just stood up in an exuberant manner, I am assuming his girlfriend had finally called him, given is jolly gait across the whole roof and smile. That reminds me how much i am like him, waiting for your text. yes, we do not call each other, but then, we talk like hell. I can actually feel his heartbeat, because it is like mine when i see your text with "Mr HOOOOLMES!". Well...we will continue that after your sabbath is over. For now, I will my heart in this strange but lovely solace.
Down below on the street, the kids are playing badminton, bhai being the undefeated champion... the kids like him, he has a special talent to charm them. Heh! Oh, by the way, he was asking about your well being. Since the day you felt hurt by his non talking behavior, he is a bit concerned. Baba too was asking.
The evening is drowning in the cacophony of night, i can hear mother blowing the conch shell, the evening pujo is complete. now she will call me to go to the market...urrgh!
Anyways, my students will be here soon, i gave them a task, today is test. And i know one will fail (kya karun main iska!).
How is everyone by the way? Kaku-kakima, guten? And how is mr.sen? still flirting? (hehehe, i need to meet him.) And ms....um.. Rajkamal is it? the one who was low and talked about which you wrote a blog? i hope she is good!
Well, Maa is calling, i need to stop now. Take care.
Love.
R.B (signature)..."
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