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Dear AK,
You and I, we share a deep bond. It goes way back when I first saw you in the smexy white shirt and that hot smirk. Thing that happened to my heart then, still happen now. Our bond is so deep that it connects us instantly! You come onscreen, I die. You smirk, I die. You smile, I die. And maybe I sound like a crazy teenage girl as I say this but I can justify it! Because I am a teenage girl and ever since you have confessed that you can give your girlfriend her favorite mushrooms at 2.30 AM, I've gone crazy for you.
So, it clarifies just how much special I hold you in my life. I think about you, blush while thinking about you and dream of having, if not you, then someone like you in my life. The woes of this crazy girl are too much to count but that is not why I am writing this.
We need to talk.
Oh, it is a very horrible thing to say but I can't help it! The Talk has become inevitable now! AK! My jaan, my shonu, my cupcake! What have you done to yourself?! That hair of yours! Uff! Sar ki kheti itni kyun barh gayi hai! Tu Majnu kyun lag raha hai mujhe?! That over-grown hair of yours have started to curl now. It's like you don't care for them anymore! Why, oh WHY!? Why this torture on my poor eyes.
Don't you know that with your short hair and clean shaved face, you literally looted the hearts of countless girls. Add that signature smirk to it and the poor girls couldn't even breathe! Do you remember those glorious days when one look at you made the girls faint left, right and center? Don't you want those days to come back?
So why, why don't you trim those gorgeous silky hair of yours? Why don't you shave that lovely face of yours? Why are you forcing me to take my scissors and rush off to India just to give you your Greek God looks that apparently, you don't care for anymore? Why this torture?!
I have consoled myself that you simply can't live without your torn jeans. Rule of love my dear, if you love something then it's obligatory for me to love it as well. My lips have always been sealed on this matter. Those red shoes of yours, I like them as well. But I simply can NOT take this torture of you not taking care of your over-grown hair and unshaven face. This is becoming too much for me!
Please, my sweetheart, PLEASE do something about them! I love you and I want the best from you and for you. Unfortunately your irresponsible behavior regarding your God gifted looks is making my heart cry the tears of blood. Please, stop this torture on yourself and on me. Or else I might break down and start crying...I'm sure you wouldn't want that.
I hope you understand the feelings of my poor heart. And I pray that you won't let this already weak heart shatter with your devil-may-care attitude about your looks.
Love you always!
Sincerely,
Your eternal Pankha.
Note - this is a fun post. Author's views don't necessarily need to match everyone's. Chillax.
