Letter 2

Dear Sec,

While I miss the scent of handwritten letters, your emails do somewhat fill up the space all the same. Received your Email seconds back and here I am at it again.
I miss you and Cos so much. Sometimes I feel we are the only trinity left on this planet with what they call average mind and average intelligence. Every one else seems to be so brilliant. We study literature, dream small and do not convert time into dollars.
Your mail reminded me of a guy who used to be a batch mate of Rehan’s from the very same institution. I had known Dugald when he was not in HST but even at that time he did show strands of his latent genius which would later guarantee him admission into HST. Among other achievements of his, he was particularly fond of imitating Shankar Mahadevan’s Breathless. The only thing is Dugald’s rendition of Breathless was not musical at all. This is difficult to explain over a letter, but the effect of this would be that I hardly ever understood anything he told, though I would sincerely nod and pretend to listen.
Dugald’s eyes reminded me of onions. No, they weren’t purple, but they had layers to them and had I gone any closer than I did I felt his eyes would peel out (I have no idea how) and even stink- making me cry.
My aim in life for a long time has been to slap Dugald but he seems to nurture contradictory aims pertaining to me, so I have kept my tender palms on hold. Besides, I haven’t met Dugald for sometime now. He is locked up in HST and I hope he remains so but then he sends me songs as attachments with his emails- some of it sung by him. So I am not completely shielded against Dugald. But I am confident I don’t like his voice, so I am at least immune.
However, right now a matter of greater concern is that I have bumped into yet another HST breed and of a type I am not completely vaccinated to combat. I will tell you more about the new kid in town in my next mail.
Any news from Cos’ end? I heard she is losing her way in front of Nike and Adidas showrooms lately. What’s the deal?
By the way, I shall ask Dugald about Rehan. They might know each other. Let’s see what they have to say. I always like the idea of one guy bitching about another to a girl for evolutionary reasons.
Thank Satan, we are not sea horses.

Much Love,
Tan.