Musings of an Envelope:

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'Another night has passed, another letter got dump. I have the destination though, but my master lacks the courage.'

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Love Actually:

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'They say money can buy everything, but love. But then, can love buy money; for the sake of sustenance?' She asked.

'Well! Photography is my love and I belong to the top notch of photographers; globally. How's that for livelihood.' He replied.

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That moment, she fell for him, and his love.

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Forever Valentine

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‘Hang on, Sanchi’ their hands were clasped tightly. His acrophobia didn’t let him open his eyes, but the fear reflected with his trembling hands. The accident they met wounded them badly; ending up hanging at the edge of the cliff, ‘We will pass this.’

‘Its okay honey’ the grip was loosening, ‘I don’t think I would be able to hold for longer.’

‘NO! No please don’t say that’ those closed eyes couldn’t hide the tears, ‘See I can’t do it without you. Please, please, please don’t say that, I will die without you.’

‘I am never gonna leave you Vicky. Now, open your eyes so I can see you, to my heart’s content.’ She tried her best to sound serene.

He knew he was going to lose her. Yet he opened his eyes, for her. He tried not looking at the abyss, but her face. His tears flowed, into her eyes and then, through her eyes, ‘I Love You, Vicky.’ A teardrop rolled down her eye.

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‘I will never forget you Sanchi! You are my world and will be, for eternity.’

‘AND Cut! Excellent shot guys. You nailed the emotions. Rohan, Shagun you both are the next best thing of bollywood, take it from me.’ Director called the day.

‘That was brilliant Shagun. I was, mesmerized.’

‘Not as charismatic as you, Rohan.’ They were immersed in each other. The scene was over, but to everyone’s incognizance, a love-story had sparked.

Driven

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‘Jarome! Why you bring us to this spooky road every weekend? I mean, we can get naughty anywhere haan.’

‘Yeah we can, sugar. But this “spooky” driveway works best for me, no disruptions. Funny! Even mobile network goes in hibernation here, and so I can talk my heart out with you.’

‘Hey any luck with your project?’

‘Well, you are sitting on it. This car will be the world’s first complete “smart-car”. Some technical glitches that I need to work on and then y…… HO, what’s......?’

‘Wow Jarome! The car is actually driving "smart". Nice way to surprise by the way.’ Eva imparted a kiss on his cheeks.

‘Ahmm…’ Jarome’s perspired face couldn’t express anything else. The car was actually driving self, and he was clueless about it; except the fact, that the spooky driveway legends seemed true now.

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All love, no bread

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Agatha was a professional stewardess, never let emotions hinder her work; till her gaze fell on Paul.

‘Sir, would you like to have something?’ She walked to him.

‘A minute, please’

‘Ummm! I believe you feel like, bread.’

‘Not a bad idea, how can you say...... so?’ Paul raised his head, only to be lost, in her.

‘Ahan!’ Her voice now sensuous, ‘Coz. I feel like, butter.’

And so, love was kindling in the air.

The fault is always her's:

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‘Yo Mathew, see this video trending in too yube, made my day.’

‘And night’ Mathew winked, ‘Wish we were also there, my hands are itching; to get “there”.’

‘Cool it bro, you will get your ‘there’. There’s no dearth of opportunities. Here! While we are looking at Banglore, I just got a feed from bacefook. Man! Delhi is never short with sluts, always ready to strip. And when ogled or touched, they cry foul; feminism and all crap, give me a break. Look at Drishti, so cultured, well dressed & mannered; has she complained any such thing ever, NO.’

‘Yeah man, sister Drishti is so divine; respect! ‘

*DoorBell*

‘I will take that’ Mathew got up to open the door. It was Drishti. What surprised him was her teary face, ‘What’s the matter sis. Hey Sattvik, come here.’

‘Why, what’s the matter?’ He rushed; the one who was most dear to him, broke on his shoulders.

Sattvik caressed her hairs, till she calmed, ‘Now tell me, what happened?’ He asked.

‘Please brother, don’t be angry at me. It wasn’t my fault; I was coming straight to our house, from music classes. I was in the auto, suddenly a guy from nowhere got on the auto. Before I could say anything…….’her eyes were again wet, ‘he grabbed me……he t…….touched me......everywhere.' She covered her face, 'I feel sickened, I am not able to figure where I went wrong. I always followed mother’s instructions carefully, never talked to any stranger, then why?’ Her tears didn’t stop.

‘No, you weren’t, else why that man misbehaved with you. Definitely you must have hinted him. No more music classes from tomorrow, you will stay in home, till I find a suitable boy for you.’

‘But mother, what’s her fault here. She nev.. .’

‘I don’t want any arguments Sattvik.’ She took Drishti with her.

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Sattvik and Mathew looked at each other in dismay, trying to reason what went wrong; the education, the mindset, or the whole society that led him create such picture of feminine in his mind. Their gaze turned to the Banglore stills, the perception now changed.

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Purdah

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‘WO! Majhar, check this shit. This guy has no shame, nor Allah’s fear. What’s the problem with these celebs man?’

‘Why, what happened?’

‘Look, he shared his pic, with his wife. That bitch is wearing a low neck, sleeveless dress. Shameless, let me treat him with a befitting tweet.’

‘Hmmm! But how’s that bad.’

‘A married woman wearing such obscene dress, putting her pic on display, and you say what's bad. She must be clad in a burqa. A million eyes are ogling at her, that, is the PROBLEM.’

‘So what, Bhai do topless in his movies, so does many others, that doesn’t raise a brow.’

‘Don’t put Bhai in this, he’s a man and a real gentleman. Don’t you know about his charitable deeds?’

‘Hmmmm! Gentleman you say. Does a gentleman slap his girlfriend in public, humiliate her? I don’t think so and if such is, I am better an inhuman, than being human. And now if you’re going moral police, care to preach the ones who support SISI? Those savage bastards kill people in the name of Islam; rape women, trade them and what not, never heard your voice condemning them, and that, is hypocrisy my friend. Last thing, if a male is aroused so easily by looking at women with small clothes, the problem is in his eye, his medieval sexist mindset. I don't see Allah's will in you, nor in them.'

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