Personal Narrative: A Love Letter

I don’t know where do I start this letter from. Not because this is a love letter which I am not used to write, but because this is what bothers you very much.

While in my own mind, there is no reason to bother, not a bit, but apparently you have inferred all what it did not mean. To keep it simple, let me talk about the specific points that you have raised:

1. Dinner incident: Ironically, in my mind, it was a very inconspicuous moment. I did not even realize what interpretation it carried for you. My idea was to call her to start the dinner. I was hungry and it would be impolite to start without the guest and therefore the call. Now I realize, maybe the choice of words could have been better but there is nothing that it meant beyond what

Sitting on the sofa: Now this is where I am extremely puzzled. I can be accused if I go and sit next to her. How can I be accused of someone coming and sitting next to me? And moreover, not even once I thought what you did. In fact, I was really pissed off that night. I told you both to call her husband and you all planned all by yourself, without informing me and then told me that he is not coming and she is planning to go by herself. In the last 10 years, you would have known me of being of old school of thought. I married women’s elegance is with her husband. I definitely wanted him here so that there is no confusion for you. I wanted him here because – your school’s best friend is your sister like – sister-in-law for me. I was almost thinking that she was at her “peehar” and women usually go back with their husband from peehar. Well, also, it would save herself, her husband and all of us from lot of unnecessary questions.

Anyways, just for the sake of explanation, she was and she still is like a sister-in-law to me. I have no feeling for her, whatsoever, other than being a well-wisher as a brother-in-law. In fact, I saw image of Guddi in her. Just a sister-in-law. I even did not flirt with her like I used to with Minu di – and this will give you a clear idea of my feelings for her. Completely

Someone who is successfully screwing up her life and others, my feelings are only sympathy, and perhaps advise of what is the right thing to do and help find the right direction. Do you not feel it weird that you are sitting next to me, and I will flirt with your sister-like? This thought itself is really obnoxious. I wouldn’t think of it this way. None the less, I want to assure you that I will never think of her in the way you have thought. I would continue to think of it the way I have explained to you.

There is nothing more than that which I can explain. And yes, please feel free to let me know for all friends, yours and mine, who make you uncomfortable with my presence. I can try my best to avoid this confusion further on.

I want you to know, you still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You 're the object of my desire. I love you very much. We are getting old and getting used to each other. We often think alike. Many a times we read each other’s minds. We know what the other wants without asking. It is almost the same as the day I met you in the computer class. Who knew that day would change our life forever?

Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted. But once in a while, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with you. I can 't say how