Fiction Fragment: He writes to her. She writes to him.

Posted on February 8, 2007 by Neha Viswanathan

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

Drop on iron railing

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
Damayanti

PS – You obviously don’t understand why I left you.

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Neha Viswanathan. City-hopping, trivia-gathering, identity-hunting. Obsessions include culture, social software, cities, literature, internet, music, history, marketplace and anything that doesn't twinkle.
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7 Responses to Fiction Fragment: He writes to her. She writes to him.

  1. F e r r a r i says:
    February 8, 2007 at 3:56 pm

    Brilliant! Too good!

  2. Shripriya says:
    February 8, 2007 at 4:02 pm

    Love it! So many conversations encapsulated into this one example…

  3. Yuva says:
    February 8, 2007 at 4:15 pm

    wo.. sentencessss in few words….–

    she is complex… and he is stupid..

    /Yuva

  4. mumbaigirl says:
    February 8, 2007 at 6:25 pm

    Loved Damayanti’s riposte.

  5. dipali says:
    February 8, 2007 at 6:39 pm

    Beanbag, hummmm? Good idea!

  6. Bhavi says:
    February 11, 2007 at 2:19 pm

    really funny!!

  7. Neha Viswanathan says:
    February 12, 2007 at 5:00 pm

    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.