My first LOVE LETTER

Myself Shalabh Malik (in case you still don’t know). I have been sending you messages for quite some time now (to which you never reply L) and I have also been roaming around the nooks and corners in the desperate hope of catching just a glimpse of yours (which I am sure you have noticed). And now, I am writing this manuscript ( it is better to call it a letter) simply because my mind goes numb every time I see you and the part of brain responsible for commonsense goes for a vacation, making me come across as a perfect bafoon.

All the actions on my part might have made me appear a desperate person (despo, as we call it). But I assure you that I don’t have any evil intentions.

I got an impression today that you are scared of me (But why???) which really hurt me. I do not follow you with any bad intentions, neither do I have any. The only fault on my part is that I like you, not from today, not from yesterday, but from the very first moment when I saw you on a bright Wednesday morning on 2^nd September (you were sporting an orange top and a blue jean).

The very sight of you increases my heartbeat, creates a euphoria and develops an ear to ear smile on my face (I swear my condition becomes like ‘dekha jo tujhe yar, dil me baji guitar'). But still, never have my intentions been anything even remotely close to wicked.

I know that we are from different leagues, I know that I am crossing a line or two, I know that my acts have not been the most ‘subtle’ and I know that I might I have been the cause of discomfort for you more number of times than you would like, but I also know that I like you. And this is what makes me helpless. I just can’t get you out of my mind (not that I want to).

I know that you have a bad impression of me. I don’t know how you will respond to this. I really wanted to tell you my feelings as it was getting very hard for me to restrain. It is my earnest request to you that you please do not share this letter with anyone else. I also request you to please reply to this letter in any form you feel comfortable because it really hurts when you don’t reply (it really does).

I am not asking you to like me, but please don’t hate me.

Awaiting a (positive) response ;)

Yours sincerely

Me.

P.S. – This is how my first love letter (also the last one) read. I had worked my heart out in writing it and somehow summoned the courage to give it to her (I was foolhardy) but she didn’t accept itL.