Selective Amnesia

Epistolary fiction

In my post asking you folks what to write, both aNTi and Lazygeek mentioned love life as a theme. Well, I promised myself I wouldn’t get that personal on this blog, but then, I did say I will write whatever you folks ask me to.
Also, the Shakespeare and Company network on Ryze’s theme for writing this week is Epistolary fiction – a story told in the form of letters to and from the characters.

So here’s a little doctored recounting of certain events that might have happened , thereby killing two birds in one stone.

Oh a small disclaimer before we proceed: All characters and names mentioned here are purely a figment of the imagination of a demented mind called Chandru. Any resemblance to living or living-dead people is entirely co-incidental. If you sue me, I will sew you to your sheath
(Note on the name: Not the Divya we in Blogosphere know)—-

Dearest Divya,

I write this mail with the greatest hesitation and yet a great sense of pleasure and liberation. I accept I am taking too many liberties in writing this letter to you and that you’ll be justified in throwing this in the trash can. But I have to take this step if I need to move forward or completely stop. I also realise that I don’t know anything at all about you; neither do you about me. But I do know one thing. I am hopelessly in love with you.

There! It’s out in the open. I am dazzled by you. I am completely and utterly in love with you.

I am not sure how to proceed from here, so I shall stop.

Yours always

Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan
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chandru,
Wow!! I dnt hv to tell u that ur mail surprised me…I didn’t expect this frm you?!? As to what u tell me…I am honored but I really dont fell that way abt u…you hv always been a gud frnd and thats all…im sorry

divya
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My dear Divya, my only Divya

I fully realise that my mail to you would have been a complete surprise. But I beg you, plead to you, please do reconsider your decision. Can you honestly tell me you feel nothing for me? Won’t you accept that there probably is a small thing in your heart for me?
Please!

Forever yours

Chandrachoodan Gopalakrishnan

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CHANDRU!
This is getting serious…stop mailing me…I made myself clear…this is the last time I will tell you…I dont feel tht way abt you…now dont mail me anymore
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Dear Dr. Shankar

Doctor, it’s with great pain and anguish I write this letter to you.
I am afraid my son has suffered a relapse. Yesterday…yesterday I found him in his room, in…in a pool of his own blood, clutching letters from somebody. He kept screaming the name Divya and something about true love. My husband found that all the letters have been written in his own hand and and haven’t been posted at all.

If you would be so kind as to visit him at the hospital and arrange to have him shifted to your clinic… I really can’t bring myself to see my dear son in this state

Sincerely