Letter 5

Dear Cos and Sec,

Today I am in a true Samuel Richardson mood that is I am absolutely ready to write long improbable letters. To begin with, I secretly read a HST-ans love letter or, should I call it break-up, letter last night. It started with a quote from Camus. No wonder HST-ans never really create news with their love stories because if you insist on your The Outsider status for too long, chances are you will become one and remain one. So they remain outside the space of normative love stories.

I was actually pinging Dugald over HST's hugely entangled spider webs in space when I figured that he was reading his friend’s love letter. Now I don’t know why his friend sent the love letter addressed to his lost love to Dugald instead of posting it but I told myself, this is HST. Dugald sent the letter to me over the web as if it were a piece of high literary merit. I tell you, the writer of the letter was well-read but love-starved.

Now I know you will worry when you hear this from me because you are aware of my affinity to shower affection on men and dogs that are love-starved, but then I am wary of HST. So I hope, for the time being, there is no cause to worry.

Anyways, I asked Dugald about Rehan and he confirmed that Rehan keeps getting terminated because he concentrates more on how to repair pianos than how to repair boats. Rehan’s concentration this semester is boat-repairing. So, poker-face is supposed to go about repairing boats in HST- Earth’s cess pool all the time but then he crosses the fences and comes to the civil society to learn piano because he greatly admires the reflex of his fingers. Dugald also added that Rehan admires the reflex of some other private parts of his body too and then you know how Dolphin was deceived by him.
Dolphin rang me up yesterday. I think she has finally got over poker-face and I am so glad about it.
Anyways, Dugald still seems not to have got over his decade long love for me. It s absolutely an HST-ans area of expertise to keep remaining obsessed with a woman who will never ever requite your love and dumping one who requites it.

Meanwhile, I have been wondering what’s up with HST-Fire, Water and Space. We are sharing experiences only about HST-Earth. By the way, have you ever seen that in the Kutkut profile of all HST-ans almost there are trite photos mourning over the lack of girls on their campus? By the way, you remember in my last letter I was talking about this new kid in town? He is from HST-Space.

And yes, he is as alien as one can be but what worries me is that I somehow catch his frequency which is weird because I like to believe I am NOT an alien.

What's incredible is that though we are not HST-ans, we spend a lot of time talking about them. What a species they are and how ill-fortunate we are to keep meeting them!
The weather on this part of our nation is still quite good, HST-warming hasn’t affected us as yet badly but the apocalyptic day seems at hand. Every morning I wake up to fear that moment of deliverance.

And Cos, do you still count pebbles, stones, tiles, lines in a page and stare at the wall when you are free? Sec, do you still write your name on any available plain surface all the time? I am anxious to know.

Satan be with you,
Tan.