Mannu sighed but opened the door. There was a piece of paper in his
hand, but at the moment nothing was as appealing as the courier from Pia.
Through her handwriting Mannu could fancy her beautiful, delicate palm and the
extra soft fingers. Illusions were getting dissolved. The child inside him was
unable to hide his happiness and in hurry he tore a part of the envelope. The
room bathed in the exotic essence that rose from it. Packed in a plastic sheet,
there it was, the first present from Mannu’s first love. He untapped the
plastic and touched it for the first time. Nitesh was clicking pictures. Vipul
was to come any minute in the room. Mannu stepped up again to check the lock on
the door. Nitesh hugged the parcel as Mannu left it. Holding the packet near
his lips, Nitesh was imitating a kiss, grinning and Mannu’s impatience answered
back. As soon as Mannu jumped back, Nitesh flung the packet in air. Oh! It took
Mannu’s heart out. Plunging back to the bed, Mannu caught it safely. With just
a sullen look towards Nitesh, Mannu chose to embrace it.
‘All I need is not much... Just someone called You... I love you’. The last flip of the
card read.
He smiled, hugged it to his heart . It seemed his heart was pumping love
rather than blood. He couldn’t believe his destiny that there was such a
lovely girl in his life. The vagrant within him had come to rest. His search for
a soul mate was over.
‘I’m sorry Pia for all the bad I did 2 u... I could never understand how
much u love me except today. U know i’m a fool... 4give me... I love you 2
darling...’ He messaged Pia. Today, he learned that life and love are not easy to
understand. Secretly, in a strange moment life teaches us what we ought to
learn. Mannu, too, really needed to learn how deep Pia’s love was
for him and this love gift was the key to all answers. His heart
had a little pain when he opened the letter. It was decorated with red and pink
hearts on top of one another. One was mine and one was hers. Bingo! Removing
the red ribbon Mannu finally unfolded it. The glittered red and pink letters
conveyed a little more than he had ever heard Pia say. Every letter was roofed
by a heart. The fragrance was clouding the room with the same emotion.
As he had heard in Bollywood songs and seen in movies how a love letter filled
with hearts and roses never lets the smile fall down from the lover’s lips. He
was living the moment today.
Hi my love, my life, my only, my one, my buddy, my alone, my sweetheart,
my darling
As he read further he had to kill the strange thing that reproduced in
his eyes again and again and again. Every word had separation, but every phrase
had love, pure love. Mannu cursed himself for all the bad thoughts and doubts
that had evolved in him for Pia’s love. The demand for the letter came out just
to know her more and know her in reality.
What a bad person I am...
What a beautiful life love I have.
God! What is it?
What is it?
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