L.L.

Nikhil Dixit
Aug 26, 2017 · 2 min read

One evening, few months before our second marriage anniversary, my wife complained saying that I have never ever written a ‘Love Letter’ for her. As ours was an arranged marriage, there was probably no chance I could have written a love letter to her. Moreover, for such a boredom person that I am; it’s very hard for me to come up with such creative ideas. The trumpet of Love Letter was blown few more days and I finally decided to present one to my wife on marriage anniversary, as a surprise gift.

As any metro being I decided to play safe and not sound metro phobic, so I urged help from ‘The Pantomath’ and my dear friend, Google. The very minute I was overwhelmed, as always; by the amount of knowledge Google poured on me. Now, I had enough stuff, to create a Good stuff. The one which delighted my eyeballs found a home with name plate ‘LL’ in my hard drive. After one and half hours of creative birddoging, I landed up having a healthy collection of samples with me. Now, I had the task of finding out the best of bests. This was a tedious task, so I grabbed a quick cup of coffee and my search for the holy grill began. But to my disappointment, I failed to make up my mind on any one. Summing up to the fact that all my efforts have gone in vein, I banged my head on the table and was the part of furniture until my crazy ringtone broke my siesta.

With the heavy feeling of failure, I just started playing on Google with same words ‘LOVE LETTER’. And then something popped up, it was the meaning of LOVE LETTER, and it read ‘a personal letter to a loved one expressing affection”. For few seconds something rolled in my nerves and I knew I got the ‘Brahma Gyan’. It was very simple and very pure like the word ‘LOVE’ itself. It’s nothing but a medium though which I, very humbly, make her feel that she is very special to me and the connection between us both is divine. No dream is too big, if she is by my side. Nothing makes me happier then her ‘Good Morning’. Nothing is as refreshing and priceless as her simile. Nothing make me more proud when she calls my family her’s.

So, I plugged a piece of paper and wrote…

@twitonikhil

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