Series: Letters to Romeo? A letter to readers ;) P 9 - Page 4

remember one song from shakti movie , i know the mood is different but kahi na kahi yeh emotions bhi aa jayenge agle khat mein.

Pipal Ka Yeh Patta Nahin,Kagaj Ka Yeh Tukda Nahin
Is Dil Ka Yeh Arman Hai,Isme Hamari Jaan Hai
Aisa Gazab Ho Jaye Na,Raste Main Yeh Kho Jaye Na
Humne Badi Taqid Ki, Daala Ise Jab Daank Main
Yeh Daankh Babu Se Kahan
Humne Sanam Ko
Humne Sanam Ko Khat Likha
Khat Main Likha

Ho Humen Bus Ye Pata Hai

Woh Bahut Hi Khoobsurat Hai

Lifafe Ke Liye Lekin

Pate Ki Bhi Zaroorat Hai😳

I think even the author's notes usually had a mention of it before the update..😆

That was a seriously funny writer..😃

Loved it

PLS continue soon

Dear Mr. Umbridge,

Yes, yes I know Umbridge is a she, and you, so far by the highly sarcastic reply and excessive usage of "Your highness" with an imaginary snort I can hear in the background are a male. But since the only offensive word I can think of right now is the character I hate the most in Harry Potter, I gift you the title.

Have you by any chance considered murdering someone? Because I did. And the person is myself. Oh, that accounts for a suicide rather than a murder no? Whatever.

This is frustrating. You understand? Absolutely frustrating. First, I gather my wits to type a mail to the shit head and I plan to celebrate it by going to movies. This was supposed to be my happy ending no? Then why in the god's name has my problems intensified? Why oh why has the movie has to be some cheap make believe remake bollywood-ish version of some classic Hollywood superhero movies which left me absolutely paralytic at the end of it by its stupidity? To top it my next seat was occupied by a cute guy of course, just that his age is somewhere between five and six and he was constantly wailing whenever the superhero did something superhero-ic. I don't blame the kid of course, I share his sentiments too.

While my start of a new beginning went awry, my personal life is shitty. I try to whistle all kinds of happy songs near the donkey's desk (Yes, the guy I dated is my colleague. Kill me) hoping that it would sprinkle salt on his wounds, considering how it would show him that I am happy after the insulting official mail of dumping him I sent him, but his lack of focus in my happiness syndrome made me check my mailbox to find if the mail was sent at all, only to come across your reply.

I considered going underground and hiding my face in "n" number of layers of scarves, but after watching hundreds of inspirational speeches in YouTube over the weekend, I got the courage to reply to you.

I thought to apologize to you for the goof up but since you insulted me in so many ways, you are barred from being apologized. You just are left with getting few answers to questions you raised. Haan.

Whisky you say? The last time I got partially drunk, I remember entirely losing my senses and crying and laughing at the same time at the hotness of Tom Cruise and him getting married. Since the videos of my brilliant performance was taken by my best friends and is used as a powerful tool to blackmail till date, I gave up drinking anything merely alcoholic, red bull included.

I am not obsessed with ass, okay. Just that it has two meanings, which are sort of substitutable in this scenario, you see. I call the idiot an ass and I would leave it to your interpretation.

I will pretend I am partially blinded when I was reading the night clothes, intimate relationship and waxing part. Let us pretend that we didn't have a discussion like that. Ok? You needn't do me a favour by doing this of course. I would like to strike a business deal of sorts here. I will give you whatever you say in return. Want me to order movie tickets online to that movie which tortured me? Why should I suffer alone after all?

PS: Are you by any chance an English professor or born in the wrong era that I have to read thrice to understand what you meant?

PPS: Sucker for smiles are you? What if I say Jess was surprised to find the colour in my cheeks rise reading a mail and asked me what's cooking? Don't let your head go into the clouds over it BTW.

PPPS: You wanted an answer to the date part no? Here you go.

Sha faa saa saaa phaa shaa.

That's my answer to you in parcel-tongue. Now go figure what it means.

PPPS: Can you see me sticking my tongue out? Because I am.

Signing off,

GH.

I was so much waiting for her reply n it was truly worth waiting !!😆

Now let's see what maan has to say 4 that!!😉

loved geet's reply to letter and geet's description of movie🤣