Project : Letters #7

01^st June, 2015.

Letter 7

“4^th November, 2014.

Dear S_______

Well, I was going through our talks on whatsapp this morning. Yes, I do that, and we still talked moments ago, I read our conversations for no apparent reason. I actually intended to complete the Neruda poetry book I bought, but writing this letter is important.

Anyways, I stopped at the point where you asked me how you will know if I die someday. Hmm… tricky question it is darling. Although your own answer is or rather was, quite poetic in nature, romantic actually. “You will die the day I stop loving you, Mr. Holmes.” Yes, I will, without you, I can’t imagine one single moment, you are the only nonsensical sane person I know, but let us put the poetry aside for a moment and think! A hypothetical situation for you. Suppose I really die tomorrow. Maybe, a car runs me down while I am walking from C.R Park to home, or suppose that I am on a bus, coming to meet you at Mehrauli but it never reaches there due to a massive coalition on road and I die, for once and for all I die, how will you know?

I figured out that you, to my deepest horror will be the last to know. And there is nothing that I can do to avoid it, to let you know that. The first ones will be obviously my family. I cannot imagine my mother’s face on the news of my demise, she will faint. Baba will scream his lungs out and bhai, my dear little brother…damn… maybe he will keep calling my number, maybe he will deny the news and will try to awaken a mutilated, bloodied corpse, hoping that his brother will suddenly wake up and laugh like a maniac as he does, but he won’t… after all this, the first one to know will be my Dada, the person who is just the brother everyone wants. Then Dishant, probably bhai will call him, and on the other side of the phone, Dishant will lose his sanity maybe.

But then, mother will realize, there is one person left. You! And that will be her horror. Her and baba’s too. You do know how much baba adores you, don’t you? Yes, he scolds you from time to time, but admit it, he loves you more, for him you are way too adorable , as he told me in his private moments with me. So I guess it will be baba only who will call, and give your penchant, you would not pick the phone on the first ring. After 5 or 6 calls, you will pick and then…

Do you know why I love you so much? Why I am so cynical about this? From time to time I have provided you with different reasons, because there is no one single reason why I love you. I love you because atleast, even after you believe in fairytales, you know that there is a reality too! And that is why I am a bit cynical. I have been around death many times (remind me when we meet, I will tell you all about it), and thus I try to be with you all the time, make the most out of it, keep loving you and your shenanigans and mood swings and drunk talks. If I die, I won’t be able to enjoy them (yes, I enjoy your occasional bashings and outbursts too, makes me want to just hold you tight near me).

But don’t worry, I am not dying tonight, tomorrow or soon for that matter. You remember the list? We have to talk, there are some new additions.

Anyways, do me a favor love, do not stop loving me, i don't want to die. And burn this letter after you're done reading.

Until 6^th December then!

Love always.

R.B (sign)

P.S – I am a bit drunk… heh... love!”