Love
Letters, Leave Letters And All That – Part 1.
My
friend Sowmya has a habit of leaving
a handwritten note (with her feedback) in any novel she reads to surprise the
next reader who borrows the same book to read. Personally I prefer that any
books I read be not marred with any scribbling or graffiti of any kind but
leaving a separate handwritten note on a paper does not constitute vandalism
towards books so we can excuse her eccentricity and indulge her by crediting it
to a quaint habit of connecting with readers of the same taste. But this made
me think, when was the last time you found a hand written note in your book?
For me it would have to be in my long gone school days. But before I come to
that story, let me recall my long association with handwritten notes.
When i was young the letters we
wrote (handwritten of course, for e-mail was not yet widely used) comprised of
two special categories- leave letters and love letters. I must have written
dozens of leave letters in my life, but only a few warrant special mentions, as
I will share with you later on in this post. But let us first turn to the
fascinating topic of writing love letters and leaving them secretly in others
books. In my long and distinguished career as a man of words, i have been fortunate
to assist in the writing of many love letters, some successful but mostly
tragic. This never palled my attraction in continuing to write for i have never
looked down in the face of a challenge but continued to produce purple prose
involving roses, violets, clouds and assorted animals like deer and rabbits
(whichever rhymed when needed) whenever a love letter needed to be produced at
short notice, say like the fifteen minute mid-morning break in a school day.
Now let me confess dear reader
that though i have written many, many love letters in my career, I have not had
the opportunity to write a single love letter for myself. If you read (carefully) between the lines of the previous
line, you might chance upon the information that I did write a great many
number of love letters, but tragically (for me)
all those love letters were for friends and fellow students who weren't
literate enough to write their own version of their love story. A small and
undeserved reputation for being good with rhyming words drew a lot of the
romantic clientèle towards me to write their love letters for them. For the
sake of world peace and universal love, i obliged my fellow classmates and
friends by putting my romantic thoughts on paper and passing it on to the boys
who passed it on to the love of their lives (for the day) as their original
work
The hardest part of writing a love
letter at short notice is the difficulty in finding enough romantic words which
rhyme together. English is a hard language when it comes to writing on love;
there is only the word "love" to describe a whole lot of emotions
unlike other regional languages with their fair richer romantic vocabularies. A
lot of time was spent on samosas and tea at the canteen trying to find words
which match love, dove, stove, now ( you cow) etc. Fortunately (for me) though
I was given full poetic license to use all these fanciful expressions of love,
the end result (success or failure) was not mine to agonize over because the
persons who commissioned me to write these love letters did not even bother to
read them over once before handing them over to the girls they fancied. They
were just in too much of a hurry (running against time) to hand over the letter
to the girl before break time was over and we all had to troop back into class.
Or alternatively to go hide the letters in the record books before the girl
came to her desk after the break
Likewise the girls who got these
lovey dovey letters never bothered to read them too, for they were too busy
tearing them up and throwing them right in front of the guys face to show that
they did not care for them. So all my masterpieces in love letter writing had
no readers- a fact which filled me with sadness at first and then with glee
when I realized all the opportunity this afforded me to have fun at others
expense. Pretty soon I was throwing in a few words here and there about how the
girl looked like a monkey’s offspring and how the guy loved her even then and
passed it off with a straight face to the guy who gives them to the girl who in
turn tears the letter to pieces without reading. I became so reckless that once
or twice just on a whim i used to sign my own name in the love letter written
for other guys and he in turn passing it on to his girl. Thankfully the girls,
who got those letters with proof of my audacity, must have torn them up without
reading, for no girl ever came to me and pulled my leg by saying "i
accept".
Well those are about the love
letters I wrote. Now to move on to a related topic - the ones which I received.
Just like my friend Sowmya who leaves notes in others books, the girls of my
acquaintance (in my younger days) were experts in leaving little love notes
inside the boys books for them to read and tear their hair out wondering which
one was the one who was in love with him. I remember finding one such little
love note in my Biology record returning after lunch break. At first i thought
it was my undigested lunch which was making me hallucinate. But the proof was
solid in my hand. Someone had gone and done a "me" on me. Used my own
trick on me. Who could it be who had so shyly (but in such passionate words)
confessed their love for me just when we were about to break up for the study
holidays before our final school leaving exams after which we will all drift
off to different directions in life?
(Please return tomorrow for Part 2
of this story)
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