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The Perfect Love Letter – Concluding Part
This is a long ass post. Don’t complain later that I didn’t warn you.
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I don’t know how I got back home after my weird encounter with Bhel Pathan. I felt a lot better after drinking my mother’s filter coffee and smoking a couple of beedis on the terrace. It was the end of the month and I had no money. I didn’t even have money to buy her a New Year card. My dad promised to break my neck if I asked for more money. I had pawned my silver chain to pay off debts. My brother hid his piggy bank and I could not find it even after searching for it for a week. I was broke. My girl was about to disappear from my life, thanks to me. More...
The Perfect Love Letter – 4
Apologies for the delay in bringing the concluding parts of this story to you. If you haven’t read the earlier parts, please do so before you proceed further. I don’t think it matters but I’ll anyway warn you: this is a long ass post.
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It was 31 December and I was walking on Bazaar street in Greamspet. I was there not because I had any business there but because I didn’t know what else to do. I was roaming around like a zombie. My grand plan was about to backfire.
The garish, sweltering afternoon kept people indoors. The street was deserted. Well almost. I heard the Bhel-selling Pathan somewhere. He was a portly, old man with a shiny, white flowing beard and a Pathan cap that seemed as if it was stitched More...