This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events or locales in this note are either the product of the author's imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
What you’re going to read is an open letter to a man’s woman! I hope you enjoy reading.
"Dear, Dearer, Dearest:
Ms. Blue, I don’t know if you could scratch the back of your head and instantly remember the day I met you for the first time. The 22nd May 20XX. What you might easily remember are those moments we literally shared. But what you have done to me is immense and insane – I fell in love with you, the minute I saw you.
True that most of all bizarre things happen in the internet. But the most amazing things also happen here. You happened. This letter is happening. And I don’t know what’s more to happen – And you and I know that it’s amazing and beautiful all together. I hope it’s that way. I hope nothing ruins between us. I hope nothing can make us run in opposite directions. I don’t feel like the heroes in Cinema. I am real. My feelings are real. You’re real. I know you’ve been there too. I’ve been there a lot of times as well.
What I wrote above is an exaggerated way of a trial of convincing that everything is genuine. It is of no doubt. But Yea! You need the balls to admit that you’re exaggerating to a woman, when everything in this letter should woo you, completely and madly. But this is who I am. I exaggerate yet I’m honest too. I am Mr.Tan - YOURS, sincerely.
It takes a great deal of time to analyze what took us this far from our internet social network, to phone calls, to my first kiss, to the most romantic part of any relationship: making love. Unfortunately, I still haven’t been able to come about with the explanation. Because, right now, I think it’s foolishness to sit and analyze as to what made us this happy. I remember my Professor telling this in my class one day –
If, you, Tan, gift me a million bucks, I would happily accept that money. I am what the world would describe as: Happy. But what if I loose that money?: I’m upset and traumatized. Now, what if I’m asked to analyze everything I run into? I could, and I would. But hey Tan, I’m not a fool. I would analyze my loss – why it happened, where I went wrong, what should have been done to take care of that money, what should be done if I run into a same situation again and so on. But why in the hell should I analyze the fact that I’m happy? I’m just happy, man. I’ll just live my moment.
Right now, am awestruck at your display picture on ‘Nosebook’.
Number one: That picture reminds me the yester-year generation’s super heroines the world knew of. You smile like Madhubala. Your face’ shape like Marlyn Monroe. And your well-defined lips, like Nargis Dutt. It gives me the feeling that I’m seeing a picture so elegant which was taken ages ago – You’re not that old. But I’m old in thoughts. I think it’s okay to be different from the others.
Number two: Let me just remind you again that I’ve been single for the past 2 years.
P.S.Readers: Mr. Tan and Ms. Blue are in a relationship that can’t be labeled by man’s intellectual reasoning and social acceptance. And Mr. Tan and Ms. Blue wish they were each other’s. But they do not know where they will be tomorrow. They do not know how far their careers will carry them. But he knows this for sure – He wants to love her everyday and wants more of her every consecutive second of his life.
Who in the world knew that I would walk beside you, holding your arms and then walk to the valley of love, where we kissed endlessly, made love excitingly, hugged each other so tightly and look into each others eyes till we fell asleep??
I can still feel your warm breath on my chest; those soft lips of yours, locked with mine. Your eyes made me travel places. If anything that made me speechless for hours that followed were your beautiful eyes. And you know what; I wouldn’t forget each compliment you showered on me while we were cuddling with each other. My nose never got tired of your beautiful aroma. My eyes never got tired of your body. My ears never got tired of your voice. My soul never got tired of you, Ms. Blue. You definitely belong to the heaven, which is high above stars and skies.
About last night: “You remember what you said on phone: ‘Tan, I’m so tired after a hard day. Why are you so far away? Today, I want to imagine that you’re sleeping beside me; my head on your arms; I want to feel your body’s warmth on mine; I want to sleep listening to your voice. I long to be with you right now. Don’t disappoint me. Just say something, will ya?”
I remember telling you stories of a little boy who fetched water and fruits for his surrogate mother; I gave you compliments after compliments – And then I could hear your breath going harder than usual after each second - It was more of a feel than voice waves. Like a mother, I whispered your name 3 times to check if you’d slept. I kissed you Good-night and disconnected the call. I knew you slept in safe arms – My arms. I realized this: I’m ready to do this every time you need this; every time I’m in your thoughts or in real. Because I felt like a responsible guardian to unwrap tonnes of happiness to his little baby. The feeling of being empowered, responsible, and loved can’t be put to words, Ms. Blue. You probably need to be reborn as Mr. Tan to feel the never ending ocean of love that he carries.
Scores of women walk along the road speaking about what men really want! Unfortunate of them that got the wrong men all the time. You know what I want? – Sex is divine honey. But what’s more divine, is you. And I badly want you. Nothing more. There is nothing more I could wish for, because there is nothing more beautiful than you.
I want to travel to Mars right now. Am sure presidents and rulers of the world would be successful in doing that way before I do, if technology allows them to do so. But I was imagining: What if my sister does engineering? What if she creates a space ship for us? What if my brother sneaks into our country’s general reserve and treasury to get all the money we want to travel to a world that common man could never imagine of living life in a different planet? What If I sneak out with you and travel in a space jet; traveling miles and miles away from the busy hypocrite world? What if we don’t need auto rickshaws, broken public transportation, pathetic rails to travel to just see each other? Imagine such a fairy tale, Ms. Blue. How beautiful to even think about it. You could come out of our tent to see the sun rise. You would see the sun to be smaller than it appears from the Earth. No money involved. No phones. I would never keep my eyes away from you. Would never even think about leaving your hands because all we’ll have is ourselves. You know, God could just sent showers of water and food from the clouds. When we go out of breath, all he can do is to exhale his fragrance-filled air into our new world, exclusively for us.
I’m mad, honey. I don’t want the remedy to my illness. Because I’m infected by you. I wish classic rock songs play in the background when I meet you next.
I love you, entirely and deeply.
With Love and more of love,
Tan "
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