Bhanu gaadi sodhi kaburlu...

Belated Love Letter

Bin tere bin... Is raat ki Subah nahi...
Bin tere bin... Kisi din ki Raat nahi...
Bin tere bin... Mere jeene ka Maksadh nahi...

So now saying this am really ready to go, ready to write my first ever love letter, but yes it got delayed... Should have written this Long back, but it's never too late.

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I wonder if you were a gift from God... the sunshine from heaven sailing down to rescue me. I wake up to see you dancing down the aisle... hoping that you would stop and make me go. You are sometimes so hot to handle... but i love you more when you are hot my dear TEA. Being a Hyderabadi I am not really comfortable using this noun, I find it borrowed, for the rest of the letter I'll call you as CHAI... for Chai's sake !!!

Really can't recollect my first encounter with you, my divine drink... but does it really matter.
"Aishwarya se jaan pehchaan to hai, pehli mulaqaat se kya faraq padta hai"

At least in my adult memory I never stayed away from you for more than 8 hrs at a stretch ( that too could be when am sleeping )

My dearest Chai, I just realised, its hard to quantify my love and obsession for you... So writing this letter...

What to say... Firstly a big thanks to you for all those mornings, in fact every morning, for being the first thing to stimulate my brain as well as my bowel. You have been the catalyst for my gateway to freedom every morning.

Pyaari Chai... thanks for all those memories... thanks for giving us company in that shabby grand point cafe, while one of us Idiots waited at the street corner... just to get a glimpse of his dil ka tukdaa. Thanks for introducing us to those shabby cafes which are so part of our routine today. Thanks again a ton, for forgiving us, even though one of us idiots mercilessly humiliated you ritually by dipping those greasy samosas in you... Sorry goes for Samosas as well... even you never deserved to be treated that way. And a big sorry again Chai... as that Idiot often dipped his middle finger in you to grab those mashed samosas... I do regret, for those who were punished to watch this event and were forced to avoid you, or your dear friend samosa... Or in some cases both.

My lovely Chai... thanks for playing your part, in helping me gel with common India. If it wasn't for you, I would never have touched those Cups with creamy, sticky saliva...

I never could forget your friends too... I mean, fine biscuit, tie biscuit, chota samosa, osmania biscuit, chai biscuit... etc... I love them all. But darling nothing replaces you... A chumma for that :)

If you remember we folks used to wander in wee hours looking for you, and some times infact late after midnight as well. You were such a weakness and such a teaser :) and my love for you... screwed up our combined studies too.

Can you recollect those incidents where people used you as carrot on me, to get their things done.
My mom... so that I could wake up early and study.
My sister... when ever she needed lifts or pick ups or most of the time for gossips.
My wife... for what not !!!
My friends... Its better not talk about these idiots. Just recently, they got drunk on friendship day and I didn't join them, so they came home and i still didn't want to join them... but they baited me with you, and do you know what they did, they spit pan on my brand new white shirt. See what not I get to see... Only because of my love for you. But that's alright darling, i could fight this world for you.

Hope you are aware, at least from my memory you were around 75paise when we first met, then u went into rupees... it was pain... but still anything for you, that was alright. You were there for quite some time, but in recent years... whats wrong with you dear. why are you acting pricey, how come you became so unstable. I can't believe that i have to use notes instead of coins to pay for you these days. Maybe tomorrow I will have to spend in dollars or euros to possess you, and you will not be surprised to know that i am spending around Rs.2000/- on you every month. I know you are not to be blamed, it's these complex words like Inflation, Economy etc... which are trying to come between us.

But what ever may happen, my love for you will never be lost. We will be together for ever... ever and forever.

Guess if am going to die and someone asks me for my last wish, I would quickly ask for "ek kadakh chai ki pyaali" so much is my love for you :)

NOTE :- My brother GOLD FLAKE too tastes much better when he is in your company... A final chumma to both of you.

P.S: The one other than me in this picture is the idiot who mercilessly humiliated my dear lovely CHAI :(( and also the same idiot who made us wait at the cafes for having a glimpse of his dil ka tukdaa :))