19th May, 2015.
Well, someone has asked me to complete it. So, the next letter in the series.
Letter 6.
“03rd November, 2014.
Dear _______
‘For Rishiraj Bhowmick, she will always be the _________. Everyone had seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes, she eclipses the whole of her sex. True, it might would have been not so if he hadn’t been so much of cold and abhorrent in his own accord, where he held all such notions of passion and love as trivial, yet there she was, ________ of a dubious memory who designed a new person in him.’
If I ever write a story about us (which I will), I would start with this line. Please mind my shaky handwriting, something has happened, I will come to that in a bit. Oh by the way, this line has been taken from ‘A scandal in Bohemia’ by A.C Doyle. Read it if you can.
So… 03rd November! My birthday unfortunately. Or as of today, might it be the most fortunate day in my life. You know, it will be false if I say that I wasn’t expecting anything. Really. It started in the morning when Veenu called first. Then Dishant, Shiv and that’s the point I started expecting. Although after that nothing much of interesting happened until moments before when… ah, when you called. You really take fun in torturing my heart, don’t you? I mean, no message nothing, when everyone else wished me right after 12.00 am last night, but not you. I was actually feeling lower and lower, to the point when I almost decided to switch my phone off and throw it away somewhere in the room, but you called. Couldn’t believe it that you did, but it was there. Your call, your voice…
My earliest memory of you is not from 12th of august, 2012, when I first messaged you on facebook, asking “kire, mone aache na bhule gechish?”, to which you replied, “Of course I remember, I am surprised that you remember me!” check it if you want, we talked about history and Enrique, instead, I remember you from 2004 to ’06, When you sat with or behind Nuzayra Hassan Khan in class 5c, just by the window. True, you never remember from there because I was practically invisible. Then there was 2006 when you left school. Sometimes, when our bus crossed the sainik farm area, where now the BRT stands, we (me and a classmate) used to wave at you, whenever we saw you there with that silly boy-cut hairstyle. That is my faintest memory of you. You used to stand on the other side of the road, and you waved at us… Heh… I am amazed by my own memory. Anyways, that is what I remember, and I never thought that after 9 years, we’ll be here, in love with each other. Strange it is! But when has life been not strange?
You know S_______, I was going to thank you for that…that song you sang (okay, I asked you to, but you did!) but I would not. I would not thank you for this gift, or for Brida, or for Wallflower, or for the origami lotus you made for me that is safe in my box. No! Although, these gifts are so beautiful, but I am afraid they don’t mean anything in comparison to the other gift. The most exquisite gift that you gave me. The gift of life. Since the day I met you, since the day I had the fortune of knowing you, I knew what life was. I became a better person, a person with enhanced perception of things that might seem mundane to others. Trisha said that love makes us a better human, day by day, we change, bloom into something new, and she was right. I became what I wanted to but never could due to wrong choices. And that is just by your constant warmth and friendship, I need not to tell you what your love has made me. You know that pretty well, (why did you send me that Simpsons pic? It was funny and true). It made me much more of a human, your friendship, your silliness, and your bloody moodswings that made me what I am today, tonight. A guy who is in love, not with you only, but with life and everything else. For such a thing, for undoing me and making me vulnerable to world, letting me be what I was to be and feeling that there is always a better thing, thank you _______ thank you so much.
As it is my birthday, can I ask for one more thing? Just one more thing? Can I have you for the rest of my life? Not just as the love, but as a friend, a companion with whom I can be me, me? With whom I can share life and the adventures to come? Can I ask you not to leave me? (Well, you said you would not, ever, not until you die, but still). Will you be the constant magic that you already are? You are walking with your heart in your suitcase, don’t show me what’s in there, but can you take mine and put in there? I will walk with you to the farthest lands. I don't want to heal you of your hurt and pain, healing will not make my love love, it will be something else. I want be your companion not your healer, and walk. You are the strongest person, you'll heal and you do not need help. Well, I promised to walk with you even if you go bald…(when is it happening man?)
Anyways, now I guess you know the reason for my shaky handwriting. I am exalted, exuberant and that is in effect! Thank you for such a wonderful gift of life, poems and your presence. I love you!
Jaaai ebaar, onek likhechi… just don’t, cry… okay?
Goodnight love!
R.B (signature)…”
Well, someone has asked me to complete it. So, the next letter in the series.
Letter 6.
“03rd November, 2014.
Dear _______
‘For Rishiraj Bhowmick, she will always be the _________. Everyone had seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes, she eclipses the whole of her sex. True, it might would have been not so if he hadn’t been so much of cold and abhorrent in his own accord, where he held all such notions of passion and love as trivial, yet there she was, ________ of a dubious memory who designed a new person in him.’
If I ever write a story about us (which I will), I would start with this line. Please mind my shaky handwriting, something has happened, I will come to that in a bit. Oh by the way, this line has been taken from ‘A scandal in Bohemia’ by A.C Doyle. Read it if you can.
So… 03rd November! My birthday unfortunately. Or as of today, might it be the most fortunate day in my life. You know, it will be false if I say that I wasn’t expecting anything. Really. It started in the morning when Veenu called first. Then Dishant, Shiv and that’s the point I started expecting. Although after that nothing much of interesting happened until moments before when… ah, when you called. You really take fun in torturing my heart, don’t you? I mean, no message nothing, when everyone else wished me right after 12.00 am last night, but not you. I was actually feeling lower and lower, to the point when I almost decided to switch my phone off and throw it away somewhere in the room, but you called. Couldn’t believe it that you did, but it was there. Your call, your voice…
My earliest memory of you is not from 12th of august, 2012, when I first messaged you on facebook, asking “kire, mone aache na bhule gechish?”, to which you replied, “Of course I remember, I am surprised that you remember me!” check it if you want, we talked about history and Enrique, instead, I remember you from 2004 to ’06, When you sat with or behind Nuzayra Hassan Khan in class 5c, just by the window. True, you never remember from there because I was practically invisible. Then there was 2006 when you left school. Sometimes, when our bus crossed the sainik farm area, where now the BRT stands, we (me and a classmate) used to wave at you, whenever we saw you there with that silly boy-cut hairstyle. That is my faintest memory of you. You used to stand on the other side of the road, and you waved at us… Heh… I am amazed by my own memory. Anyways, that is what I remember, and I never thought that after 9 years, we’ll be here, in love with each other. Strange it is! But when has life been not strange?
You know S_______, I was going to thank you for that…that song you sang (okay, I asked you to, but you did!) but I would not. I would not thank you for this gift, or for Brida, or for Wallflower, or for the origami lotus you made for me that is safe in my box. No! Although, these gifts are so beautiful, but I am afraid they don’t mean anything in comparison to the other gift. The most exquisite gift that you gave me. The gift of life. Since the day I met you, since the day I had the fortune of knowing you, I knew what life was. I became a better person, a person with enhanced perception of things that might seem mundane to others. Trisha said that love makes us a better human, day by day, we change, bloom into something new, and she was right. I became what I wanted to but never could due to wrong choices. And that is just by your constant warmth and friendship, I need not to tell you what your love has made me. You know that pretty well, (why did you send me that Simpsons pic? It was funny and true). It made me much more of a human, your friendship, your silliness, and your bloody moodswings that made me what I am today, tonight. A guy who is in love, not with you only, but with life and everything else. For such a thing, for undoing me and making me vulnerable to world, letting me be what I was to be and feeling that there is always a better thing, thank you _______ thank you so much.
As it is my birthday, can I ask for one more thing? Just one more thing? Can I have you for the rest of my life? Not just as the love, but as a friend, a companion with whom I can be me, me? With whom I can share life and the adventures to come? Can I ask you not to leave me? (Well, you said you would not, ever, not until you die, but still). Will you be the constant magic that you already are? You are walking with your heart in your suitcase, don’t show me what’s in there, but can you take mine and put in there? I will walk with you to the farthest lands. I don't want to heal you of your hurt and pain, healing will not make my love love, it will be something else. I want be your companion not your healer, and walk. You are the strongest person, you'll heal and you do not need help. Well, I promised to walk with you even if you go bald…(when is it happening man?)
Anyways, now I guess you know the reason for my shaky handwriting. I am exalted, exuberant and that is in effect! Thank you for such a wonderful gift of life, poems and your presence. I love you!
Jaaai ebaar, onek likhechi… just don’t, cry… okay?
Goodnight love!
R.B (signature)…”
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