Dear Damayanti,
It has been a month since you left me. I miss you. My house is empty without you. Today, on a long walk I saw an almost still, undisturbed waterdrop on an iron railing. It reminded me somehow, of that tear on your cheek that I had dismissed as histrionics.
Please come back.
Love
Nala
Dear Nala,
Are you trying to say that I am an iron railing. No wonder you could never read my feelings. As for your house being empty, I suggest you buy a bean bag.
Always
DamayantiPS – You obviously don’t understand why I left you.
Posted on February 8th, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan
Filed under: Photographs, Poetry and Fiction

Brilliant! Too good!
Love it! So many conversations encapsulated into this one example…
wo.. sentencessss in few words….–
she is complex… and he is stupid..
/Yuva
Loved Damayanti’s riposte.
Beanbag, hummmm? Good idea!
really funny!!
Ferrari: Heh!
Shripriya: It would also be interesting too which person appeals to us more no?
Yuva: He’s ..uhm.. sentimental.
dipali: Yeah. Monstrous big thing. And so comfy too.
Bhavi: Thanks.