Correspondence

First I said - 

"I will be prowling jnu-ish territory tomorrow... should i deliver your stuff to you?"

To which she inquired - 

"jnu-ish, late-ish? Coz i'll probably be less than human till about four thirty, five when the office closes and all hope for humanity disappears till the next day."

To which i rejoindered - 

"late-ish not likely-ish... need to be at munirka by 10am and will be done by 11am.

am a little iffy about traveling given the bandh tomorrow (yes P, there is a bandh tomorrow)

day after? or day-day after? or day after-after? or day-day after-after...

(this went on for a while)

To which she respondered - 

"any of them sound good, provided I regain my humanity. Bandh? All I know right now is how hilarious early christianity was - it really is like they showed it in life of brian. By the way, after jesus died, his disciples saw him 'eating grilled fish'. It says so in the bible. He also told someone, 'let the dead bury their own dead.' 

Thursday evening or friday or saturday I'm all yours. In fact, I might need to plan an excape 22 and 24th - they're having 'nights' here!

ps. What did st. stephen do? he got stoned. It's pretty much what he's remembered for.

And then I said

"first... stop studying. it appears to be having ugly side-effects.

second... excape... fastly... and into my arms. we'll go for a walk to Mughal Gardens, maybe pluck some flowers... that kind of thing. Had I been a man I would have threatened to piss in the President's premises, but woe is me... I cannot aim my pee.

and stay for as long as you need. I have to go for this wedding thing on Sunday - He's Bengali, she's Punjabi and they're BOTH from Delhi. 

I foresee a massive dearth of bearable company and multiple conversational black-holes. Be my plus-one?

third... so he got a bunch of rocks thrown at him? great. i can feel the pressure to amount to something in this life-time disintegrate... slowly.

love. 

true love, not just the kind that ends e-mails."

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To P - stay close, you make me feel normal. Hug.

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Real hug. Not just the kind that ends e-mails.