LETTER FROM MINISSHA - 1

Minissha Gogoi,

Jakhu temple street- Hno 5,

Mall road, Shimla

Hey Shona,

          I apologize for my late wishes. Happpiee Happie birthday! And may God make your wish of making me your bride come true. And how much I wish for that to happen! I wish I owned you for life. I wish I could've talked to you on the phone, but you  know how it is here right. My Mom thinks that I'm still a kid who isn't mature enough to handle a phone. But I like it this way, writing to you just the way Bhagyashree writes to Salman in 'Maine pyaar kiya' .You know how much I've been missing you ever since you went to kiss me right there on my lips, under the Deodar, on that rain hit night. My heart really sprung out of my chest the moment our lips touched. I had never expected you'd even think of that, unlike me, who had always wanted to make you known the fact that I was madly in love with you. I don't know if you wish to even care that I'm dying here every second to be with you. You know what, I still keep that little thing which you gave me. Your Hanuman locket. I'm pretty sure that your Mom must have been wrathful when you said you lost such a beautiful locket.  I know you did this just to make me feel that you are with me all the time even though we are separated by rivers and valleys. I can feel the same warmth that I felt whenever you hugged me locking in your strong arms when I look at the locket. It's such a cutest birthday gift I've ever got. And it's such a sad thing that I can't give you anything apart from this letter that I'm penning down. I know it's all vague and abstract, but I know you'll love it. The writer you are :).

 Shona, I wanted to tell you something really important, and this is something which I've been looking to tell you since forever. 

Remember? You once asked me if I would wait for you if you didn't make it to my place when I turned twenty-one. Don't ever, even in your dreams, imagine that I would go with someone else just because you didn't turn up when the wedding bells rang. Just get this fact into your dumb, writer head that, if I were to marry somebody even in my dreams, it'd be you. I can't imagine myself in somebody else's arms when I'm supposed to in yours, sleeping like a baby, when you sing me the favorites of Sonu Nigam's playlists. Pihu already knows who her dad is, though she exists only in my dumb, kiddo mind. And it's you. ONLY YOU. IS THAT CLEAR?

By the way, I like it when you call me kiddo. I feel protected when you say that to me. You know, I still cuddle myself in that sweater of yours, that your mom stitched for you. I can say she's a nice woman and would love me a thousand times more than what you do. I vehemently feel the urge to call her 'Mummy ji' whenever I look at her picture. That day would soon come Shona, when you, your Mom(of course everybody in your family), and I would just sit at the fireplace and talk about birds and mountains, and do nothing the entire day. I know how desperately you want to be that 'Lazy writer', who just wants to script romantic ballads and cuddle onto me when the dusk arrives.

The day will soon arrive Shona, when I, as a responsible wife, would serve you your favorite paranthas after coming back from work, and you would just forget everything but the fact that you are actually eating from my own hands. I'm trying to learn them from my Mom, I bet she's a better cook than your Mom. I know you wouldn't agree with this. See! There's already a discord even before we are engaged.  And that's something which I like about us. We never agree on things, and most of the time when this happens, I end up crying, and you finally capitulate saying that you were wrong, and then I smile even while I'm still flushed with tears, and then I finally say that I was wrong and we hug.

I've lost the count of how many times this has happened and we still do the same. Maybe, we are the weirdest couple on this planet. Just like this letter in the twenty-first century. I don't know how to end this, and I'm forced to end this because I need to refill my ink which I wouldn't be able to do until tomorrow, And I don't want to miss the date of your birthday just because  I've to add few more stupid and cheesy sentences.

LOVE YOU SHONA. I'm running out of ink...

Yours Humsafar,

Mini