Dear Mr.Destined. A confirmation letter from the heart.

Dear Mr.Destined,

Its the year of Doom and I couldn't even let you know I'm fine. I got your mails. All of them. They are tied in a pink flowery ribbon and kept in my secret shoe box. I deeply apologize for not writing to you before. Not even to wish you. Wait. I've got a question. How do you apologize deeply anyway? In a deep voice? Like the voice little boys try to imitate. "I'M SORRYYY MR.DESSTIINEDD". That sounds weird. Nevermind.
HAPPY NEW YEAR by the way Mr.Destined. It was not a pleasant new year to begin with. So many things are happening right now and I don't even wanna mention it. Nah. Nothing personal. I wouldn't be saying them with anyone. You know those deep dark secrets you have in your mind? The ones you won't even reveal to a bamboo tree? Haha. Point taken? Remember that story with the king with donkey ears? How he wanted to keep it a secret but the baabar knew about it and he couldn't keep the secret anymore to himself and whispered it to a bamboo tree. The secret got carried through the winds and reached the ears of the donkey eared king and...well, need I say the rest? Anyway, the point was everyone has their own deep secrets. Some dirty, some naughty. Some sad, some Pathetic. Some dreams, some wishes. Some guilty ridden memories, some not so guilty ridden memories. So, I'll let you know all about it later on okay Mr.Destined?

I wasn't quite sure that the confirmation letter I wanted to write to you last time reached your residence safely and soundly. Thus, I'm gonna make sure that all of they do reach your place safe and sound. Like solid brick falling on a thick sponge. Safe and sound. Hmm I'm not sure about the sound though. Let's just stick with safe for now. I'll send you those electronic cards they have for Birthdays and stuff which plays static electronic music with screeching noises. Then it will be quite appropriate to use safe and sound!

Anyways, back to the safe part. How can I make sure that all my mails won't get lost in this bizarre and gigantic black hole of a virtual world? How? So I named my new blog 'A different kind of a Journal'. It will be different I promise you. It will be a journal which will be empty for about two months and will come alive again for a week or so. Sigh. Its just that when you are too busy you don't even have time to allow your brain to breathe for a second. Just once a month you open one of your nostril specially for the brain and say "BREATHE DEEPLY. BRAIN THIS IS FOR YOU" and move on with life. I said breathe deeply in a deep way. Feel quite contended with myself. Because I'm deeply involved with work, married to work and finding a divorce lawyer named peace of mind. Not funny. Very serious business. Divorce is. Not funny at all.

So now you know the intentions Mr.Destined, the secure way of not getting lost, I'll stop for now.

Yours,
differently yours,
Malsha <3

P.S- I promise you I'll write to you before the solar storms appear and the glaciers melt and the islands dissolve into nothing but water. That will be fun. I'll be cursing myself for dropping swimming lessons in Grade 10 and taking up god knows why - FRENCH! FRENCH! As if french will help me survive 2012. At least swimming would have. Sigh. Life does make the twists bitter when you think about the 'what if's in your life.