Dear -------
I would have written this letter with a Parker,but never did I imagine myself scribbling words which are now pouring out from a stolen Reynolds refill.If you had to enter my world, what on earth made you do so when I was meandering on the highway of life? Confused though I was, It was a nice feeling because there was a bunch of nasty buggers who were always with me.But now! What have you done? You have kicked me off the highway into the barren lands where even a dog thinks twice before shitting.Why did you make me a defacto bridegroom of another Desi Romantic flick?
The phone bills,gifts,sold books,friends' ATM cards,bike,petrol all add upto a fucking huge sum.And my dad wondered when money became so volatile that it just evaporated the moment my account was debited.I had a hard time explaining that, girl!You just wiped off everything from my wallet.You have NO idea how much I have lied to people.You have NO idea how I cut my glorious wings of freedom,just for you.But now, you have left me all alone like a crumpled piece of a tissue paper floating in a finger bowl.I feel like an Albatross which was just eaten by a Piles patient.It is as pathetic as the list of songs that autodrivers of Hyderabad usually play.
Something is wrong with your species.Why do you have to put on such a thick make up though we know the bitter reality that lies beneath it.Your false pretense at putting up a serious face is unforgivable.Why do you want youself to be stereotyped as a Rajishri's girl though your semblance matches with that of Rakhi Sawant. What's wrong with your English anyway? You keep babbling those half-a-dozen words your ex-boyfriend used while abusing you.God save your soul.If there is an asshole already waiting for you from the moment he landed in the US or Australia where he has greater chances of getting his ass busted up for free,then why was I enticed? Was it because of the sporadic flaunting of your mind blowing figure which was an excellent pastiche of beauty and charm? May be yes.But,Why was I bowled over by your stupid forwards and the endless talks?Why did you appear in the nightgown everytime I passed by your house?Why did I have to suppress my unending appetite for laughter and type the shit 'lol' to every Z-grade blonde joke you text?
You fooled me in much the same way Raavan's trailers fooled millions.You deceived me more than RGV decieves his producers.And this spawns an ultimate feeling in me.LOATH!
I hate you.
I abhor you.
I detest you.
My vocabulary ends here and so does the ink column in my goddamn 1mm ID refill.Look up the remaining synonyms in a dictionary and take your ex's help.
Your Psyched Sweetheart,
Kaatre.
