read Gabby’s last post , the part of which talks of letters from the boyfriend. well this one i have to tell :D
nish and i had been friends for almost an year before we became a couple and that was mainly becoz he was leaving the town in some three months ,to go to delhi . probably things would have stayed at just-good-friends stage , if he was to stay in the same town. who knows!
anyways, so he went to delhi after three months and then started the usual phones and letters. that is phones from his side and letters from mine. i used to write him a letter a day . if you think a letter a day is too much ; get this - i used to courier them . nay, no regular postal service for the silly love stuck girl – it was always the courier service. and every week diligently i used to send him cards . almost three times a week . ya ya the same archies - hallmark cards ; all mushy mushy .
and he ! well he used to call every day . but no cards ; no letters. at that point there was this friend of friend of mine whose boyfriend was sending her some amazing letters . i knew it coz i had seen the photocopy of one of them . now as to why was photocopy made , i didn’t know then and i haven’t figured it out still.
so all inspired and on my-boyfriend-can-do-better mode , i started pestering nish to write to me and send me cards. he attempted at a sort of “love letter” which wasn’t upto the mark. i couldn’t make photocopies and circulate it. it was this really a very regular letter of around eight lines - five of which talked about the play they were doing , two were “how are you” and “ i am fine “ and one was “i miss you “ . no poems , no quotations and not even a love you always till eternity type line.
and it looked as if it was written by putting the paper on someone’s back while riding a bike . the handwriting was atrocious. i think i was ashamed of the letter for a while. it was traumatic . so all the trauma filtered to those nightly phone calls. where it started with some displeasure , graduated to crying , then to anger , and then some threatening . i
t continued till one fine day i got this huge package in the mail ( yes , via courier) in which i found some ninety romantic notes and fifty cards ( around ten of which were only signed , not dated – for my convenience , to be used later )
i was so rocking after that . no i didn’t make photocopies and circulate – i don’t think all the notes were in his handwriting.

“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.” so i intend to write the words. again . here. with honesty. for myself.
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