Day 4: The letter

Today morning Rajni and I had an altercation on a very silly subject. I could have brushed it off as something inconsequential but I knew it was much more than that. I know there are issues with my joblessness - as this puts a lot of pressure on us in financial terms. Rajni wants a lot of things for the house, but more importantly she wants a bigger house – which we cannot afford at the moment. I am tempted to put all my writing aside and move into a steady job. Parag has suggested that he could get both of us a job in the college if we ever wanted to move to Lucknow. I hope things work out with my writing soon; else we may have to take some hard decisions.

Rajni’s mother had called her on the weekend. And Rajni was crying for a long time after that. Though she was careful that I did not catch her crying, but I could read her puffy eyes. It pains me to see her like this. Oh !!!! God what a wretch I am.

I am not sure if I should be sharing this with you. But I guess it would ease my pain by talking to friends. One of these days I might be tempted to accept Amrit’s offer (I wonder how much this guy has raked in from Royalty – all at my expense).

The wretched book, I am sure is another catalyst to our frequent fights.

The reason I started on this blog, as you can see from the title was not to wash my dirty linen in public but to ask a favor of you - can you please help me identify who this mail is from. I found this in my inbox today morning.

Hi Anup,

While you are savoring your new found stardom, let me remind you that your book came across as highly insensitive. I never thought that you could stoop to such a level to rake in a few bucks. You have fallen in my eyes. But what do you care – you are much beyond the humane person I knew. All you needed to do was ask and I would have sent you all the money you ever wanted – you are worse than the beggars whom we meet on every traffic signal.

Can you please let me know what made you do this?

I would have never wanted to get in touch with you or speak to you but the book got me so worked up that I could not resist venting my anger.

All I can say is I hope that life never brings us on cross roads – I will like to wring your neck and kill you on the spot.


Shamefully yours
- A well wisher.

This letter has put me under a lot of undue stress, I am not able to think of anything else since I have received this. I hope Rajni never spots it.

Ghosh !!!! was I happier when all of us were together.