Everyone writes love letter once in a life. Some writes it with ink, some with blood and some from the inner core of their heart. So nothing new that I have also written. I do not know why I did it but it happened. Before decrypting my clandestine love letter, I just wants to disclose the condition which lead to this situation.
10/2/2006. 5:10 p.m.
My roommate was talking to his girlfriend and I was sitting on the study table, suddenly a friend came and started talking about his girlfriend and the plan for the Valentine day. I asked they do have girlfriend while why I was still deserted. They started telling the secret mantras Agitated by their heart piercing provocation I replied what’s tough in it. They challenged me and I accepted.
I knew that what would be the outcome. But first of all I had to select a girl whom I could propose. By the night I decided the girl whom I would propose and the way of proposing. Following was the outcome in the form of my first “LOVE LETTER ".
10/2/2006 9:00 p.m.Supernakha(name should be not disclosed)........
I don't know what is in among us (rather nothing is in between us). First of all I want to make it clear that this is not a love letter. I just want to clear the misunderstanding which has aroused between us. Your face is not like angel so I can't give compliment on it. You are not so intelligent that I can call you a prodigy. Also, I have no intentions of giving roses to you and neither I believe in waiting for girl in garden for hours nor I will do the same in near future. It is a rumour that when one falls in love he thinks only about her beloved and nothing else but in my case it is just reverse, I am overeating and feeling lousy all the day but What have inspired me rather say provoked to write a missive to you is fidgetiness all caused by your mannerism which I can't resist. You have the talents to live happily in this trou-de-loup world. Your simple style of living has inspired me. Most important thing is that this riddle should be solved before it is too late and our exam arrives.
Endangered speicies.
11/02/2006 3:00 p.m.
When the last class ends,
E.S.:-YE lo
S.N.:-kya hai
E.S.:-dekh to sahi
S.N.(frieghtend):-nahi pehle batao kya hai
E.S.(authoritatively):-bataoo kya jo likha hai padh lo na
S.N.(frieghtend):-mujhe English nahi aati hai .padh ke bata do.
E.N.:-to abb tak kiya hai jindagi me jo English nahi aati hai.
S.N.(about to cry):-sorry, I will read at home.
E.N.:-no you have to read now and give answer.
S.N.:-(weeping)why, ye hira hai kya jo tum mujhe ghar le jane na
Nahi de rahe ho
E.N.:-ok , but keep it to you only
14/02/2006 11:30 a.m.
Result:
I never expected such a cheap behavior from you.same on you.Idiot…bla,blaa………
In this way first love story ends
