Dear You,

Dear You,

Where in the folds of life did I lose you? I still carry, somewhere in the depths of my soul, the shattered pieces of my heart that still hurt and keep our love alive and eternal. Life is no longer mine, since I’ve lost you. Remember those phone calls, those texts at each hour, thinking about each other every minute, every second of our lives? Remember those long walks to nowhere holding each others’ hands to walk together forever? I miss that warmth, I miss that walk, I miss talking to you, I miss looking into your eyes and forgetting the world, I miss you. I miss my life. Ever since you’ve gone, there’s a stagnance, Life has come to a still, where no road takes to you, where no face resemble yours, where the red flowers in the bouquet aren’t for me, where there are no surprises awaiting, where the day ends as it began. My life is an obligation, I live for  compulsion. You remember how we promised each other to live together forever and dreaded the idea that eventually the inevitable death would part us? Life has separated us now and I still fail to figure out, how on this earth, with this life, sans you, would I survive. Our worst nightmare has come true, with a difference that like always, you’re not there to comfort me and tell me that we’ll go on forever and that, even the death won’t part us. I still visit your favourite coffee shop and sit on your favourite chair praying to the lord that this time, you’re late. But unlike those times, you aren’t. I wait there for hours, waiting for the miracle to happen, but like always, it doesn’t. I leave with a pain in my heart and tear in my eye as the attendants bid me goodbye. I see the frosted flowers in my notebook that you once presented me and some part of me dies within.  I miss your fragrance, your touch on my cheek, I miss thinking of new and romantic ways of expressing my love for you every day and still even the stupidest of them made you smile. I miss that tear of joy when we looked at each other and said nothing at all. That moment was divine, it defined the chastity of our eternal love. In that moment I lived a thousand lives and more. I love you from the depths of my heart to the zenith’s height and more for if I state it in words, I’d be unjust. I search for you in the crowd of million and still come out to be the lonliest girl in the masses. I still watch any random movie in a theatre only to find the seat next to me, vacant and walk off with that emptiness. That void will stay with me till my sarcophagus for no one else can touch my soul like you did. I will carry our memories of the sacred moments that we spent together and cherish them for my lifetime. Those moments of our togetherness transcends space and time and shall be cherished for many lives to come. I will love you more each passing day, for that’s the only thing I put my heart and soul into. I ask for no more and no less. If not us, our love will go on forever.

Love,

Me

P.S. A Fictitious Love Letter

An open letter to Behenji

Behen Mayawatiji,

To say the least, I’m a huge fan of yours. The way you carry your classy ensemble is beyond any words and your chic haircut just adds cherry on the cake. How do you manage all this amidst all the Ambedkar park tamasha ? I’m sure it takes hours for you to choose a completely ill-fitted, bad-coloured salwaar-kameez , because, well, it’s rare. No one sells something that bad. Oh wait, Delhi does. But well, that’s your personal choice. You stand by it without fail, I respect you for that. But guess what else is personal ? Your Rs. 685 crores expensive personal dream in a country where 30% of the population lie below the poverty line. You know what else is personal ? The park’s dozen statues, which include yours and your parents’.I mean, hello? What were you thinking? You are the fucking chief minister of a totally screwed up state, you chose to be the leader? Be the leader. Are you not tired of your irrationalities already? I mean, c’mon. I say this as a fellow citizen who does not want to hate you but do I have an option? If at all you have any clue, what I am talking about. First thing tomorrow, go and put some sense into those men who are no less than hooligans on the road and call themselves, the policemen. I refuse to accept their behaviour.  Teach them some manners? No ? Teach them the concept of mutual respect. No, they didn’t catch me for pda in the Ambedkar park. Seriously K  Ambedkar park man, you ordered to cut down 6000 trees to build this park? Even Poonam Pandey becoming a nun, wouldn’t be *that* ironical. You know her? Wonder woman, she is. Anyway, since I’m just a huge fan of yours, I dropped in to tell you about the traffic fuck ups in Noida. Since, you don’t bother taking the road way and land on a especially made helipad in some random school in Noida, you obviously wouldn’t know. So the other day, when, you happened to inaugurate your dream project, per say, hours before your celeb-like-arrival, your corrupt officers were trying to cover their screw ups on the last minute by blocking the roads and disrupting the traffic for hours. How do you explain that?  Who are we ? And what’s up with the Helicopter? Who are you ? Have you ever ever travelled on the Noida roads? Or are you always too busy with the embellishments? I don’t get it. You sanctioned  a sum of Rs. 18 crores to combat encephalitis, after more than 400 children died in eastern UP and bloody 685 crores for that shit? Are you insanely out of your wits? I don’t think so. You obviously are an awesome woman, you know. An inspiration for many well.. whatever  so, I’d want to enlighten you, since you are ‘The Mayawati’. I don’t do it for others .Here are the tips,

·         Don’t let people call you, ‘Behen(ji)’ It closes a whole new horizon of dating men and stuff, you know?

·         Next time you go shopping, take me along?  Deal?

·         It’s freaking 50 deg outside .Get off those full sleeves :o You want sensors?

·         When you have no clue, where to spend all that extra black money, or the hard earned money by the taxpayers, again, contact me. I wanted a Lee shirt K

·         Before dreaming something big like the disaster you just made, consult a psychiatrist. I ain’t kidding.

·         Fire all your policemen. Or I’ll kill them on the road.

·         Do something about the jams, roads, rules, heard these words? No? I don’t blame you. Schools in Uttar Pradesh K

·         Have you ever travelled to Aligarh, benaras, Allahabad.. etcetera? You probably haven’t, these places have no free space for a helipad .Sad. Men there, need some psychiatric attention. Or just more copies of Playboy. Whatever. Next time, a shit happens to me, I turn into Damini of the movie, Damini. Makes sense? Good.

·         Have you ever thought about developing the rest of Uttar Pradesh ? Or are you too busy presenting the winning trophy to Vettel ?  Isn’t he hot ? I know.

·         And well. C’mon marry now. J

Yours Loving,

A common man(woman) whatever