Have you written a letteremail and never sent it

Have you written a letter/email and never sent it?

She mailed me after 8 months, when she left me for someone else.
In the mail she told me that she has been cheated by the guy for whom she dumped her 3 years relationship with me! I typed this mail for her, but I never sent her!
Ma'am.
.

I was awake, wasn't I? The night you chose to mail me? Do you believe in coincidences? I don't! anyways.
.
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With the pain you have given me, I wish I could enjoy whatever situation you are in, but believe me I can't.
Since, the moment I  have read those lines, my heart is pondering faster than a fucking bullet train.
I have worshiped you like a Goddess and you thought everyone would do the same? I always have told you, this world ain't what it seems, and you accused me of," shuru se toh saari baatein tmhe hi pata hoti thi na?", every word u said, while departing echoes in my ears, every day before sleeping.
You said.
.
"You are almost dead? Tut chuki hun mai?" Whom do you blame this time? Me, God, That guy, who? Life is about choices, your choice leads you to here, and mine the same place in August, 2014.
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when I cried like a baby every night after that fucking day I never called you again, my B'day.
You were the only person, for whom I wanted to die for, the only person I wanted to make baby with, I never saw you as a sex object, I respected you for what you were.
I wanted to build a world with you.

I don't know why you mailed me, but let me tell you something.
.

You are Beautiful, Talented, Kind, Compassionate and Magical.
.
and from whatever little I got to know you, nothing is impossible in your dictionary and obviously you are stronger than me, if I can win those days, where you left me for no reasons, you too can win it.
.
saving your fucking dignity and respect.
There is a lot to life than you have imagined.
There is our parents, investing their hard earned money on our education, after you were gone, they were the only reason I lived and fought to be happy and conquer.
I don't know what bullshit equation you have with that guy, neither I want to know, but if you can save your ass by escaping from it and excelling elsewhere,from where you can win the fucking respect for yourself for the sake of yourself, DO IT! Life will be normal again, parents would get you marry somewhere in a rich, ministerial family, after you complete your education and life will fall in its place.
Like everyone says, ANYONE CAN LOVE A GIRL LIKE YOU!
Well.
.
I still Love you and forever will, but I am not the same person anymore.
For everything, we had, I could still take a bullet for you, but not a grenade.
If you ever need me, please call.
 
But, for a wonderful soul like you, please get up and be happy.
World has not ended and I am not dead!! I will still clap over your success, that's what I always wanted.

Bye, and take care! My B.
Tech is over! I have a degree and a job! I have fought my way up and by all irony our mother earth has, you too have to! If I could do something for you, please let me know.

Once yours!

The letter:
To,
The Supervisor.
Subject- “You as a supervisor”
Respected Mam,
With due respect to you, i would like to bring people’s attention in general and yours in particular on – “On the scale of being beautiful and cute, what should one choose” Confused? Well read ahead.
I have written this as an apology letter to request you to forgive me on my conduct the previous day.
I was late in the school and it was a mistake, so i would ask you to forgive me and show the world that i am your favourite student (Well, you have too) .
Oh! I forgot to mention one thing, you look stunning in a saree and the *Beauty* with which you carry it, but you look very cute while scolding.
Altough i chose beauty over cuteness, hence i would request you wear a saree more often!
I will be obliged if you would understand the intensity of the situation and I am waiting for the reply.
With lots of love and Respect.
A lazy student,
Chanchal.
P.
S- She is a real sweet heart but i never gave her this letter.

Here's a letter I wrote to my dad but never sent.
I don't regret not sending it.
Rather I'm glad that I didn't send it.
But I still somehow wish to tell him all the points mentioned in the letter, but can't find a way to do this without hurting him severely.
… … …
Dad, we've got huge problems with you.

You get angry at times and then say stuff you may or may not mean.
And we listen to your madness without uttering a word, almost.

But you should know that if I open my mouth, you won't be able to hear my rage with the same patience and forbearance that we show to you.

You'd repeat that foolery of yours from the last time I had opened my mouth against you.
You'd sit in the corner of your room, won't talk to anyone and expect a sorry from me when the mistake was yours.
Remember, that time mom had forced me to say sorry to you, I'd have kicked you out instead, if not for mom.

So here's a list of problems that we have with you.
I hope you feel miserable while reading this.

It is not that we don't love you.
I live you a lot.
But your behaviour is hard to handle.
So respect that we are handling you, tolerating you since so many years.

Don't test our patience and understand that even you (mostly you) have got issues too.
It would take just a minute for me to tell you that we need you only for your money and name, although I may not mean it too, like the rest of harsh things here.

UMM yes.
So I wrote this below letter 1 year ago to my mom and I don’t think so I’ll ever send it.
My dear mom
I know you've done a lot for me , I know you've sacrificed your years for me and my siblings .
I was born soon after 10 months of your marriage .
I now understand how hard must have been handling yourself when I was in your womb .
I now understand how hard it must've been raising me , I watch you how you raise my brother , and I get how hard it must've been raising me when my dad was not even with you at that time .
(They were out of town) .
Did you raise me to send me off to someone els's house ? You're frequently confused about supporting me , my thoughts or the society .
You're confused to let me have my career or get me married to someone of my choice or yours .
Sometimes I do understand or I try to understand the pressure you put on me to get married .
And sometimes I fight back telling you I'm not ready for it yet .
Maybe I won't be able to fight more , hurt you more by my words .
You started talking about it when my friend got married , you're scared , scared of my future .
There's a moment when you want me to be completely independent, so strong that I'll be able to fight with the world if one day they're against me and there's another moment when you tell me that I've to handle my in laws home and be dependent on my husband .
I love you , I've always loved you .
Im ready to do anything for you , of course I should be .
My fear have reached to its limit, I do something new with the thought I've got last two years of my life , I don't want to live this way , this fear will one day hover around me .
I also know I won't ever be able to express the way I'm expressing it here .
i love you

yours lovely daughter.

Dear stranger who can’t decide what to order,
Your face was evocative of an autumn, wild orange, unapologetic in its eloquence.
It hosted your life story, in large, lucid letters.
If only I could read the language, I’d have savored the poetry of raindrops in your smudged kohl, memorized the tombstones of kisses on your cheeks and listened to the childhood tales that constellations of freckles told.
Instead, I just mumbled, “Their muffins are the best.

When you looked in my unsure eyes with yours, the hue of coffee beans and dark chocolate, i knew the memory of that moment would keep me warm for many winters to come.
You asked me nothing; the questions, formless and wordless, washed up on your shores, helpless against the tides of a thought long forgotten.
I never offered any answers; you fetched them, effortlessly picking out the lies from the uncomfortable confessions of my silence.
We sat at the same table, never faking a courtesy.
What did we talk about? I can’t quite recall.
I was lost in the way your eyes lit up every few minutes, the way you held a smirk when you thought you had me figured, the way you trembled when you realized i had dug out more truths than you had dared reveal in years, the way your gaze swayed every time you knew i was reading you, the way it returned with a knowing smile.
I could feel it on me while i stirred whirlpools in my coffee, and when my thoughts wandered out the cafe window to fetch memories from lost cities.
Our thoughts jammed like a college rock band, at first trying out covers, and then some original tunes magically fell in place.
You believed in zodiacs; I said there couldn’t be just 12 kinds of people on earth.
We agreed to disagree, and I reluctantly told you mine, half fearing I’d be a sign you don’t like.
Who knew we’d have the same sun sign and I’d almost instantly regret the rant against astrology.
When we parted, there were no promises of another morning of caffeinated conversation, only a hope that you would reach out some day to the boy who steals your thoughts.
I told you i’d look forward to it.
I do.
–Letters I never sent :)

Hi!
I hope you are doing great.
I know I should not be doing this and you will be hurt onceagain, but I am sorry.
I can not keep these gifts with me.
They are hurting me more than you will be hurt to receive them back.
I understand that you gifted them to me with love, but ultimately that love didn't end up into much.
I keep on getting reminded of you by these gifts.
And in order to move on, I don't want to be reminded of you.
So please, whatever you want to do with these gifts, you can do but I am just unable to keep them with me.
Unfortunately, the memories that you have given cannot be erased away completely but yeah, they will fade away with time.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, I have not gifted you anything that might remind you of me.
Even if you might get reminded of me, your heart will abuse me.
You are full of anger and strife against me and my family.
I could not understand that why could you not trust me.
Wasn't my love for you pure? Wasn't I completely dedicated for you.
I traveled whole nights just to visit you and bring a smile on your face.
Of course, I too felt happy visiting you.
But you, made all those efforts and gestures completely worthless in a second.
Initially you kept on blaming me that I am not trying much, I am not able to convince my parents for anything.
I repeatedly told you that it will take some time for me to convince my parents and when they will be convinced, they will not be going back.
And I finally did that.
I admit that initially, there was a goof up because of us.
But that was a misunderstanding which could have been solved only by both families together.
My parents were so ready and willing to accept as you their 'daughter' and not as a bride.
But you could not trust us an inch.
I feel like my love for you was so worthless that you could not trust me.
You ill treated my family in front me.
You were so insensitive about my father's health.
Was I insensitive towards your family's situation.
Did I for once ask your father to spend a penny.
Instead, I brought up so many solutions, one of which I expected to be worked out for.
You questioned my boldness always.
Were you bold enough to discuss any of those alternatives with your parents? Your father agreeing to marry us was such a big thing right? He just ordered that only way to marry is a court marriage and gave me just 10 days time? And me convincing my parents for a court marriage, to break all ties with society, family, relatives was nothing but a walk on cake.
It takes something to lose all the self respect that my father earned in his lifetime.
Your father's self respect, ego and pride was above everything, and my father's meant nothing to you.
One should be fair to everyone! A mother has nothing but one wish, to see his son/daughter getting married properly.
I don't think your parents are going to insist a court marriage for Monty too.
And if they don't, you will be nothing but a hypocrite.
I expect you people to go for a court marriage for everyone now.
Even if Monty's in laws will be willing to spend on their marriage, I expect you people to ask them not to.
Because,a court marriage is the best thing right? You could have blamed us when we would have asked your father to spend a penny.
You think we are minded minded.
It was always about money for us.
But NO, it was not about money at all.
If were had demanded anything for us, we could have been called as money minded.
But we were very clear about it right from beginning that we want nothing for us but a proper wedding event, that's it.
What can we do when wedding costs so high in Delhi? We agreed to drop engagement ceremony to limit the expenditure.
What can we do if my family is so big.
Is it my fault.
We could have managed it all.
It was just willingness to understand and adjust that was required.
We adjusted by acceding to your demand of not celebrating the engagement ceremony.
Where did you people adjust? That's upto you people you want to adjust or not.
You want to understand other family's problems or not? You want to accept the marriage proposal or reject it.
That was entirely your prerogative.
But how could you blame just us for everything? You could have taken OD, I could have taken OD, I had my own savings.
You could have taken a home loan for your father.
And things could have been managed.
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But you were so stubborn for a court marriage only.
Wasn't I clear about this thing right from starting that my family would want a proper marriage? Were we demanding a single penny for us? We asked you to come bare hands to our home.
Was this demand of a proper marriage something out of the world? It was you who was unclear about everything.
Initially, your father promised something, then he turned it down.
Did we turn our back on what we said? Even if you had told me this thing right in starting that your family wont be going for a proper marriage, which you actually should have told, I would not have made such big promises.
I feel it totally unethical to break someone's heart.
Forget about my heart being broken.
If your family do not want to keep ties with the society and relatives, that does not mean you will expect the same from everyone.
And it is not that we could not have managed to go for a proper marriage.
It could have been managed without a burden on your father.
It is not that I do not understand his problem.
Rainy days come in everyone's life.
We faced it too.
And I was totally considerate about it.
My father too came bare handed from his village to Delhi.
He too earned only salary.
Then how did he manage to save so much for us and yet gave us a comfortable lifestyle? Because we do not spend on unnecessary things.
We spend on whatever is necessary and save the rest.
How come I could save 4 lakhs in an year for our marriage and you could save nothing? I nowhere compromised on my lifestyle.
Does this thing “jitni chaddar hai utne pair pasaro” is apply only to wedding expenditures? Rest all other unnecessary expenditures (I wont elaborate this, you know it better) are justified and vo sab chaddar me sama jaate hai aaram se.
I dont buy it at all!
Secondly, what was so bad about my mom asking you if you known how to cook or not? What will a mother ask a bride to be? How could you assume that it means you will be asked to cook daily? Didn't my father tell this right in front of your father and sister that nobody can expect a working woman to cook daily.
And I kept on telling you that I wont let you compromise on your lifestyle.
My word meant nothing at all? Where was the love then when you could not even trust me an inch? Blaming entirely me and my family for everything is not the way out dear.
Trust between both families and willingness to adjust to each other's needs was needed.
My father asked your father at least five times that you just tell us your budget, rest I will take care of.
What else did you expect from my father? And you blamed that were more into marriage thing and not into who is coming to our home.
Baby, if they were not interested in you, they would not have moved forward to talk to your parents.
Liking you was the first step okay.
You were more concerned about whether your parents will be forced to spend money on festivals after our marriage.
Yar, parents will always wish for such things.
I promised you na that I wont let all this happen.
I will take care of it.
It was me who was to handle all this.
Again your trust was required, which you didn't.
Lastly, I asked you that for about 6 months we might have to stay in different cities until I will bring you back to Delhi? Did it mean that I would not have visited you on weekends? Did I not when I was in Goa? What is the guarantee that now you will be married to a guy who lives in Mumbai? Or what is the guarantee that you will be transferred immediately to the city where your spouse will be? And you even want to take promotions right? How would you manage when you will have to complete mandatory rural assignments forpromotions? How will you ensure togetherness with your spouse in that case? How could you expect that I should not be with my parents in their old age? I always wanted to be together with both.
What was the problem with that? I dont know about you guys, but it is my duty to be with my parents in their old age.
And it will be my duty to be with my spouse and children as well.
And I will do whatever it will take to stay together with both.
I can write a complete book on us.
But I will stop here.
Probably you would not have even read this far also.
If at all, you have read it this far, then, If you can answer all these questions satisfactorily, I and my my family can be blamed for everything.
Otherwise, rethink every word that you have spoken against me and family.
It was all of us, you, me, Anju, your family, my family, who have together ruined this up.
And it is all of us, who could have made it work as well.
Finally, I wish you good luck in your future endeavors.
May you get nothing but the best.
I regret giving you this pain.
But that one entire year was amazing.
I don't have words to explain how I feel when I get reminded of the memories, be it the memories of chummage, Lonavala, at your Nallasopara's home, in Goa and other infinite moments.
I miss our long long conversations.
I will miss everything.
Nobody can ever replace you.
I dont know if I can be replaced or not.
Though there was nothing much special about me.
So probably it will be easier for you to find a much better person.
Good bye baby! Keep smiling always!
Stay blessed!
Yours,
Motlu Baby!

My college started last year in August.
I was going through hell lot of things in my life and dealing with issues alone.
It was my first day of class.
I saw him with his friends seating in the first row and felt instant connection with him.
After some days we became friends.
We went to watch standup comedy show together after a month and he dropped me home.
That's when I realised the way I feel for him is very special and I can't even express it because I'm afraid to lose him.
So, I made a email id for him (didn't give him the id and password yet) and since then I'm mailing him the moments we spend together and unspoken feelings for him.
He probably won’t ever know there's a girl madly and deeply in love with him.
How can you be sure it's love? Because he motivates me to be the better version of myself.
There is not attachment from my side or expectations that he would feel the same way.
I'm blessed to have him in my life and wish his happiness.
So yes, I'm writing letters that will never be mailed and read by him.

I have a letter to write on behalf of my 1.
3 billion Indians.
Ok.
Let me start it.
Date : June 10th, 2017
Place : Bangalore
Subject : Swatch Bharat – Swatch People
Dear Bhai,
On an initiative to Swatch Bharat we are cleaning our surroundings and keeping our nation clean.
We are really happy with the progress of the nation seeing our surroundings so clean after decades, in the name of this initiative.
But, only one thing we are lagging of that only you can do it in the name of swatch Bharat.
That is cleaning some people's mind and their perspectives.
We have a list of irresponsible babus who are violating this virtual swatch Bharat campaign, on whom only you have to look after.
They are :
Puchuk babus :
We have this puchuk babus​ in every corner of the country.
Actually they are professional artists who can paint it red.
But how ?
All they do is open Vimal pachees saal ka pan masala gutka packet pour that divine cosmic particles into their hand and throw the cover roadside.
Now, they will rub it for 5 to 10 minutes with their thumb and flew away the coatings.
Done.
All material is set for painting.
Now, they will keep it into their sewage mouths and chew it for hours.
Once the job is done, the art starts.
No place is less for their paintings.
Now that red divine jelly fluid comes out from their sewage mouths in signature puchuk style and get painted on the walls, roads buildings, stairs, buses, trains, monuments, whatnot everywhere !
Basically, they are the underrated artists government has to recognize and present them Bharat ratna awards for their contribution to the society.
Cigarette babus :
This babus are creating environmental hazards.
But how ?
Already, we are having enough industries and factories which emit hazardous chemicals into air and pollute the environment.
Along with them, we also have some mini factories running in the chimneys of some people mouths.
All they know is, lit the cigarette & contribute their part in polluting the environment & spoiling others health.
Such a simple motive for life ! Wah !
Even the horrible pictures on the cigarette packets and celebrity Mukesh can't change their minds.
I don't know who can !
Alcohol babus :
Here comes our daaru stars.
They are so talented that even they can find alcohol on Gandhi Jayanti.
Wow, that's an impeccable achievement.
All they know is empty a bottle and create chaos on the roads and homes.
They can kill innocent people on the roads seamlessly with their vehicles & can kill themselves too.
Such, is the power of an alcohol babu.
Corrupted Babus :
These Babus corruption size varies from a kids candy to the size of a Boeing 747 airplane.
We can find them in many places starting from hospitals, offices, organizations, police stations, courts and everywhere, in our daily routine from the moment we start our day till we reach our bed tonight.
All they know is how to make illegal money, store in lockers, live in fear & successfully die.
They are the leeches feeding on a common man's blood.
Criminal Babus :
These are the people who are striving really hard to take the crime rate to the next level.
Such is the dedication & passion for their​ lives.
All they know is do crimes, steal money and kill people and live happily.
And there are many babus similar to them who are making the nation messy.
We have some suggestions for you bhai :
You no need to kill black bucks, instead kill these black sheep (criminals) in the society.
*We are feared of them all the time*
You no need to get the medals for India in Olympics, instead use your boxing skills on the first three Babus.
*We want our nation to be clean*
You no need to start your SUV for innocent people, instead start it for corrupted Babus.
*We are fed-up with them.
*

You no need to risk your life to bring Rs.
10 Thumsup by lifting trucks through helicopters​, instead bring those stuck ambulances in traffic to the hospitals in time.
*Please save lives*
You no need to take mute munnis to Pakistan, instead get that Mr.
Kingfisher, the king of good times to India & repay his loans.
*Government is imposing taxes on us to cover those losses*
You no need to raise funds in the name of being human, instead do these small things for these tiny human beings !
But, why are we writing to you ?
Because, you are the only person who can do these things with an ease.
We have so many litigations​ for the government to solve all these problems.
Only you can do them without even being punished, as the poor laws don't apply for you !
So, we request you to participate in our Swatch Bharat campaign and do these things for us.
We are eagerly waiting for you to become a real hero from the reel hero.
More power to you.
Hope you will fulfill our wishes one day !
Kindly do the needful.
Thanking you,
Yours truly,
~ Just an another Indian.
Thanks for your time :)
Image source : Google
P.
S : Sorry, I forgot to answer your second question.
Why didn't I send the letter ? Because, I don't want this one to be my last answer.
Let the letter remain in the Tomb of Tom Cruise's mummy, in the locker of sunken Titanic ship on the sea bed, till eternity !

Have you written a letter/email and never sent it?

She mailed me after 8 months, when she left me for someone else.
In the mail she told me that she has been cheated by the guy for whom she dumped her 3 years relationship with me! I typed this mail for her, but I never sent her!
Ma'am.
.

I was awake, wasn't I? The night you chose to mail me? Do you believe in coincidences? I don't! anyways.
.
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With the pain you have given me, I wish I could enjoy whatever situation you are in, but believe me I can't.
Since, the moment I  have read those lines, my heart is pondering faster than a fucking bullet train.
I have worshiped you like a Goddess and you thought everyone would do the same? I always have told you, this world ain't what it seems, and you accused me of," shuru se toh saari baatein tmhe hi pata hoti thi na?", every word u said, while departing echoes in my ears, every day before sleeping.
You said.
.
"You are almost dead? Tut chuki hun mai?" Whom do you blame this time? Me, God, That guy, who? Life is about choices, your choice leads you to here, and mine the same place in August, 2014.
.
when I cried like a baby every night after that fucking day I never called you again, my B'day.
You were the only person, for whom I wanted to die for, the only person I wanted to make baby with, I never saw you as a sex object, I respected you for what you were.
I wanted to build a world with you.

I don't know why you mailed me, but let me tell you something.
.

You are Beautiful, Talented, Kind, Compassionate and Magical.
.
and from whatever little I got to know you, nothing is impossible in your dictionary and obviously you are stronger than me, if I can win those days, where you left me for no reasons, you too can win it.
.
saving your fucking dignity and respect.
There is a lot to life than you have imagined.
There is our parents, investing their hard earned money on our education, after you were gone, they were the only reason I lived and fought to be happy and conquer.
I don't know what bullshit equation you have with that guy, neither I want to know, but if you can save your ass by escaping from it and excelling elsewhere,from where you can win the fucking respect for yourself for the sake of yourself, DO IT! Life will be normal again, parents would get you marry somewhere in a rich, ministerial family, after you complete your education and life will fall in its place.
Like everyone says, ANYONE CAN LOVE A GIRL LIKE YOU!
Well.
.
I still Love you and forever will, but I am not the same person anymore.
For everything, we had, I could still take a bullet for you, but not a grenade.
If you ever need me, please call.
 
But, for a wonderful soul like you, please get up and be happy.
World has not ended and I am not dead!! I will still clap over your success, that's what I always wanted.

Bye, and take care! My B.
Tech is over! I have a degree and a job! I have fought my way up and by all irony our mother earth has, you too have to! If I could do something for you, please let me know.

Once yours!

The letter:
To,
The Supervisor.
Subject- “You as a supervisor”
Respected Mam,
With due respect to you, i would like to bring people’s attention in general and yours in particular on – “On the scale of being beautiful and cute, what should one choose” Confused? Well read ahead.
I have written this as an apology letter to request you to forgive me on my conduct the previous day.
I was late in the school and it was a mistake, so i would ask you to forgive me and show the world that i am your favourite student (Well, you have too) .
Oh! I forgot to mention one thing, you look stunning in a saree and the *Beauty* with which you carry it, but you look very cute while scolding.
Altough i chose beauty over cuteness, hence i would request you wear a saree more often!
I will be obliged if you would understand the intensity of the situation and I am waiting for the reply.
With lots of love and Respect.
A lazy student,
Chanchal.
P.
S- She is a real sweet heart but i never gave her this letter.

Here's a letter I wrote to my dad but never sent.
I don't regret not sending it.
Rather I'm glad that I didn't send it.
But I still somehow wish to tell him all the points mentioned in the letter, but can't find a way to do this without hurting him severely.
… … …
Dad, we've got huge problems with you.

You get angry at times and then say stuff you may or may not mean.
And we listen to your madness without uttering a word, almost.

But you should know that if I open my mouth, you won't be able to hear my rage with the same patience and forbearance that we show to you.

You'd repeat that foolery of yours from the last time I had opened my mouth against you.
You'd sit in the corner of your room, won't talk to anyone and expect a sorry from me when the mistake was yours.
Remember, that time mom had forced me to say sorry to you, I'd have kicked you out instead, if not for mom.

So here's a list of problems that we have with you.
I hope you feel miserable while reading this.

It is not that we don't love you.
I live you a lot.
But your behaviour is hard to handle.
So respect that we are handling you, tolerating you since so many years.

Don't test our patience and understand that even you (mostly you) have got issues too.
It would take just a minute for me to tell you that we need you only for your money and name, although I may not mean it too, like the rest of harsh things here.

UMM yes.
So I wrote this below letter 1 year ago to my mom and I don’t think so I’ll ever send it.
My dear mom
I know you've done a lot for me , I know you've sacrificed your years for me and my siblings .
I was born soon after 10 months of your marriage .
I now understand how hard must have been handling yourself when I was in your womb .
I now understand how hard it must've been raising me , I watch you how you raise my brother , and I get how hard it must've been raising me when my dad was not even with you at that time .
(They were out of town) .
Did you raise me to send me off to someone els's house ? You're frequently confused about supporting me , my thoughts or the society .
You're confused to let me have my career or get me married to someone of my choice or yours .
Sometimes I do understand or I try to understand the pressure you put on me to get married .
And sometimes I fight back telling you I'm not ready for it yet .
Maybe I won't be able to fight more , hurt you more by my words .
You started talking about it when my friend got married , you're scared , scared of my future .
There's a moment when you want me to be completely independent, so strong that I'll be able to fight with the world if one day they're against me and there's another moment when you tell me that I've to handle my in laws home and be dependent on my husband .
I love you , I've always loved you .
Im ready to do anything for you , of course I should be .
My fear have reached to its limit, I do something new with the thought I've got last two years of my life , I don't want to live this way , this fear will one day hover around me .
I also know I won't ever be able to express the way I'm expressing it here .
i love you

yours lovely daughter.

Dear stranger who can’t decide what to order,
Your face was evocative of an autumn, wild orange, unapologetic in its eloquence.
It hosted your life story, in large, lucid letters.
If only I could read the language, I’d have savored the poetry of raindrops in your smudged kohl, memorized the tombstones of kisses on your cheeks and listened to the childhood tales that constellations of freckles told.
Instead, I just mumbled, “Their muffins are the best.

When you looked in my unsure eyes with yours, the hue of coffee beans and dark chocolate, i knew the memory of that moment would keep me warm for many winters to come.
You asked me nothing; the questions, formless and wordless, washed up on your shores, helpless against the tides of a thought long forgotten.
I never offered any answers; you fetched them, effortlessly picking out the lies from the uncomfortable confessions of my silence.
We sat at the same table, never faking a courtesy.
What did we talk about? I can’t quite recall.
I was lost in the way your eyes lit up every few minutes, the way you held a smirk when you thought you had me figured, the way you trembled when you realized i had dug out more truths than you had dared reveal in years, the way your gaze swayed every time you knew i was reading you, the way it returned with a knowing smile.
I could feel it on me while i stirred whirlpools in my coffee, and when my thoughts wandered out the cafe window to fetch memories from lost cities.
Our thoughts jammed like a college rock band, at first trying out covers, and then some original tunes magically fell in place.
You believed in zodiacs; I said there couldn’t be just 12 kinds of people on earth.
We agreed to disagree, and I reluctantly told you mine, half fearing I’d be a sign you don’t like.
Who knew we’d have the same sun sign and I’d almost instantly regret the rant against astrology.
When we parted, there were no promises of another morning of caffeinated conversation, only a hope that you would reach out some day to the boy who steals your thoughts.
I told you i’d look forward to it.
I do.
–Letters I never sent :)

Hi!
I hope you are doing great.
I know I should not be doing this and you will be hurt onceagain, but I am sorry.
I can not keep these gifts with me.
They are hurting me more than you will be hurt to receive them back.
I understand that you gifted them to me with love, but ultimately that love didn't end up into much.
I keep on getting reminded of you by these gifts.
And in order to move on, I don't want to be reminded of you.
So please, whatever you want to do with these gifts, you can do but I am just unable to keep them with me.
Unfortunately, the memories that you have given cannot be erased away completely but yeah, they will fade away with time.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, I have not gifted you anything that might remind you of me.
Even if you might get reminded of me, your heart will abuse me.
You are full of anger and strife against me and my family.
I could not understand that why could you not trust me.
Wasn't my love for you pure? Wasn't I completely dedicated for you.
I traveled whole nights just to visit you and bring a smile on your face.
Of course, I too felt happy visiting you.
But you, made all those efforts and gestures completely worthless in a second.
Initially you kept on blaming me that I am not trying much, I am not able to convince my parents for anything.
I repeatedly told you that it will take some time for me to convince my parents and when they will be convinced, they will not be going back.
And I finally did that.
I admit that initially, there was a goof up because of us.
But that was a misunderstanding which could have been solved only by both families together.
My parents were so ready and willing to accept as you their 'daughter' and not as a bride.
But you could not trust us an inch.
I feel like my love for you was so worthless that you could not trust me.
You ill treated my family in front me.
You were so insensitive about my father's health.
Was I insensitive towards your family's situation.
Did I for once ask your father to spend a penny.
Instead, I brought up so many solutions, one of which I expected to be worked out for.
You questioned my boldness always.
Were you bold enough to discuss any of those alternatives with your parents? Your father agreeing to marry us was such a big thing right? He just ordered that only way to marry is a court marriage and gave me just 10 days time? And me convincing my parents for a court marriage, to break all ties with society, family, relatives was nothing but a walk on cake.
It takes something to lose all the self respect that my father earned in his lifetime.
Your father's self respect, ego and pride was above everything, and my father's meant nothing to you.
One should be fair to everyone! A mother has nothing but one wish, to see his son/daughter getting married properly.
I don't think your parents are going to insist a court marriage for Monty too.
And if they don't, you will be nothing but a hypocrite.
I expect you people to go for a court marriage for everyone now.
Even if Monty's in laws will be willing to spend on their marriage, I expect you people to ask them not to.
Because,a court marriage is the best thing right? You could have blamed us when we would have asked your father to spend a penny.
You think we are minded minded.
It was always about money for us.
But NO, it was not about money at all.
If were had demanded anything for us, we could have been called as money minded.
But we were very clear about it right from beginning that we want nothing for us but a proper wedding event, that's it.
What can we do when wedding costs so high in Delhi? We agreed to drop engagement ceremony to limit the expenditure.
What can we do if my family is so big.
Is it my fault.
We could have managed it all.
It was just willingness to understand and adjust that was required.
We adjusted by acceding to your demand of not celebrating the engagement ceremony.
Where did you people adjust? That's upto you people you want to adjust or not.
You want to understand other family's problems or not? You want to accept the marriage proposal or reject it.
That was entirely your prerogative.
But how could you blame just us for everything? You could have taken OD, I could have taken OD, I had my own savings.
You could have taken a home loan for your father.
And things could have been managed.
.
But you were so stubborn for a court marriage only.
Wasn't I clear about this thing right from starting that my family would want a proper marriage? Were we demanding a single penny for us? We asked you to come bare hands to our home.
Was this demand of a proper marriage something out of the world? It was you who was unclear about everything.
Initially, your father promised something, then he turned it down.
Did we turn our back on what we said? Even if you had told me this thing right in starting that your family wont be going for a proper marriage, which you actually should have told, I would not have made such big promises.
I feel it totally unethical to break someone's heart.
Forget about my heart being broken.
If your family do not want to keep ties with the society and relatives, that does not mean you will expect the same from everyone.
And it is not that we could not have managed to go for a proper marriage.
It could have been managed without a burden on your father.
It is not that I do not understand his problem.
Rainy days come in everyone's life.
We faced it too.
And I was totally considerate about it.
My father too came bare handed from his village to Delhi.
He too earned only salary.
Then how did he manage to save so much for us and yet gave us a comfortable lifestyle? Because we do not spend on unnecessary things.
We spend on whatever is necessary and save the rest.
How come I could save 4 lakhs in an year for our marriage and you could save nothing? I nowhere compromised on my lifestyle.
Does this thing “jitni chaddar hai utne pair pasaro” is apply only to wedding expenditures? Rest all other unnecessary expenditures (I wont elaborate this, you know it better) are justified and vo sab chaddar me sama jaate hai aaram se.
I dont buy it at all!
Secondly, what was so bad about my mom asking you if you known how to cook or not? What will a mother ask a bride to be? How could you assume that it means you will be asked to cook daily? Didn't my father tell this right in front of your father and sister that nobody can expect a working woman to cook daily.
And I kept on telling you that I wont let you compromise on your lifestyle.
My word meant nothing at all? Where was the love then when you could not even trust me an inch? Blaming entirely me and my family for everything is not the way out dear.
Trust between both families and willingness to adjust to each other's needs was needed.
My father asked your father at least five times that you just tell us your budget, rest I will take care of.
What else did you expect from my father? And you blamed that were more into marriage thing and not into who is coming to our home.
Baby, if they were not interested in you, they would not have moved forward to talk to your parents.
Liking you was the first step okay.
You were more concerned about whether your parents will be forced to spend money on festivals after our marriage.
Yar, parents will always wish for such things.
I promised you na that I wont let all this happen.
I will take care of it.
It was me who was to handle all this.
Again your trust was required, which you didn't.
Lastly, I asked you that for about 6 months we might have to stay in different cities until I will bring you back to Delhi? Did it mean that I would not have visited you on weekends? Did I not when I was in Goa? What is the guarantee that now you will be married to a guy who lives in Mumbai? Or what is the guarantee that you will be transferred immediately to the city where your spouse will be? And you even want to take promotions right? How would you manage when you will have to complete mandatory rural assignments forpromotions? How will you ensure togetherness with your spouse in that case? How could you expect that I should not be with my parents in their old age? I always wanted to be together with both.
What was the problem with that? I dont know about you guys, but it is my duty to be with my parents in their old age.
And it will be my duty to be with my spouse and children as well.
And I will do whatever it will take to stay together with both.
I can write a complete book on us.
But I will stop here.
Probably you would not have even read this far also.
If at all, you have read it this far, then, If you can answer all these questions satisfactorily, I and my my family can be blamed for everything.
Otherwise, rethink every word that you have spoken against me and family.
It was all of us, you, me, Anju, your family, my family, who have together ruined this up.
And it is all of us, who could have made it work as well.
Finally, I wish you good luck in your future endeavors.
May you get nothing but the best.
I regret giving you this pain.
But that one entire year was amazing.
I don't have words to explain how I feel when I get reminded of the memories, be it the memories of chummage, Lonavala, at your Nallasopara's home, in Goa and other infinite moments.
I miss our long long conversations.
I will miss everything.
Nobody can ever replace you.
I dont know if I can be replaced or not.
Though there was nothing much special about me.
So probably it will be easier for you to find a much better person.
Good bye baby! Keep smiling always!
Stay blessed!
Yours,
Motlu Baby!

My college started last year in August.
I was going through hell lot of things in my life and dealing with issues alone.
It was my first day of class.
I saw him with his friends seating in the first row and felt instant connection with him.
After some days we became friends.
We went to watch standup comedy show together after a month and he dropped me home.
That's when I realised the way I feel for him is very special and I can't even express it because I'm afraid to lose him.
So, I made a email id for him (didn't give him the id and password yet) and since then I'm mailing him the moments we spend together and unspoken feelings for him.
He probably won’t ever know there's a girl madly and deeply in love with him.
How can you be sure it's love? Because he motivates me to be the better version of myself.
There is not attachment from my side or expectations that he would feel the same way.
I'm blessed to have him in my life and wish his happiness.
So yes, I'm writing letters that will never be mailed and read by him.

I have a letter to write on behalf of my 1.
3 billion Indians.
Ok.
Let me start it.
Date : June 10th, 2017
Place : Bangalore
Subject : Swatch Bharat – Swatch People
Dear Bhai,
On an initiative to Swatch Bharat we are cleaning our surroundings and keeping our nation clean.
We are really happy with the progress of the nation seeing our surroundings so clean after decades, in the name of this initiative.
But, only one thing we are lagging of that only you can do it in the name of swatch Bharat.
That is cleaning some people's mind and their perspectives.
We have a list of irresponsible babus who are violating this virtual swatch Bharat campaign, on whom only you have to look after.
They are :
Puchuk babus :
We have this puchuk babus​ in every corner of the country.
Actually they are professional artists who can paint it red.
But how ?
All they do is open Vimal pachees saal ka pan masala gutka packet pour that divine cosmic particles into their hand and throw the cover roadside.
Now, they will rub it for 5 to 10 minutes with their thumb and flew away the coatings.
Done.
All material is set for painting.
Now, they will keep it into their sewage mouths and chew it for hours.
Once the job is done, the art starts.
No place is less for their paintings.
Now that red divine jelly fluid comes out from their sewage mouths in signature puchuk style and get painted on the walls, roads buildings, stairs, buses, trains, monuments, whatnot everywhere !
Basically, they are the underrated artists government has to recognize and present them Bharat ratna awards for their contribution to the society.
Cigarette babus :
This babus are creating environmental hazards.
But how ?
Already, we are having enough industries and factories which emit hazardous chemicals into air and pollute the environment.
Along with them, we also have some mini factories running in the chimneys of some people mouths.
All they know is, lit the cigarette & contribute their part in polluting the environment & spoiling others health.
Such a simple motive for life ! Wah !
Even the horrible pictures on the cigarette packets and celebrity Mukesh can't change their minds.
I don't know who can !
Alcohol babus :
Here comes our daaru stars.
They are so talented that even they can find alcohol on Gandhi Jayanti.
Wow, that's an impeccable achievement.
All they know is empty a bottle and create chaos on the roads and homes.
They can kill innocent people on the roads seamlessly with their vehicles & can kill themselves too.
Such, is the power of an alcohol babu.
Corrupted Babus :
These Babus corruption size varies from a kids candy to the size of a Boeing 747 airplane.
We can find them in many places starting from hospitals, offices, organizations, police stations, courts and everywhere, in our daily routine from the moment we start our day till we reach our bed tonight.
All they know is how to make illegal money, store in lockers, live in fear & successfully die.
They are the leeches feeding on a common man's blood.
Criminal Babus :
These are the people who are striving really hard to take the crime rate to the next level.
Such is the dedication & passion for their​ lives.
All they know is do crimes, steal money and kill people and live happily.
And there are many babus similar to them who are making the nation messy.
We have some suggestions for you bhai :
You no need to kill black bucks, instead kill these black sheep (criminals) in the society.
*We are feared of them all the time*
You no need to get the medals for India in Olympics, instead use your boxing skills on the first three Babus.
*We want our nation to be clean*
You no need to start your SUV for innocent people, instead start it for corrupted Babus.
*We are fed-up with them.
*

You no need to risk your life to bring Rs.
10 Thumsup by lifting trucks through helicopters​, instead bring those stuck ambulances in traffic to the hospitals in time.
*Please save lives*
You no need to take mute munnis to Pakistan, instead get that Mr.
Kingfisher, the king of good times to India & repay his loans.
*Government is imposing taxes on us to cover those losses*
You no need to raise funds in the name of being human, instead do these small things for these tiny human beings !
But, why are we writing to you ?
Because, you are the only person who can do these things with an ease.
We have so many litigations​ for the government to solve all these problems.
Only you can do them without even being punished, as the poor laws don't apply for you !
So, we request you to participate in our Swatch Bharat campaign and do these things for us.
We are eagerly waiting for you to become a real hero from the reel hero.
More power to you.
Hope you will fulfill our wishes one day !
Kindly do the needful.
Thanking you,
Yours truly,
~ Just an another Indian.
Thanks for your time :)
Image source : Google
P.
S : Sorry, I forgot to answer your second question.
Why didn't I send the letter ? Because, I don't want this one to be my last answer.
Let the letter remain in the Tomb of Tom Cruise's mummy, in the locker of sunken Titanic ship on the sea bed, till eternity !

Updated: 20.06.2019 — 4:09 pm

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