Rehan-Ayesha: 30.10.1996

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03/04/2011 by Siddiqui Fayesal

Princess,

Forget about the birthday for a minute. Did you seriously talk to the lady about my plans for Jr? She must’ve made a laugh about it, eh? She always was a good mimic. Just like my mother trust me. My mom could imitate the expression of a goal post if you asked her!!!

Coming back to the “birthday” aspect i’ll tell you this: The captain gave me something that I didn’t expect. It was something i had been craving for since a long time.

I got your parcel a week from yesterday deary, and I loved the thought behind it!!! A nicely wrapped casket of memories!!! The aroma was somehow intact. A little bit of home, that was. I could feel the warmth woven carefully, mingling with the moist earth. It made me all the more nostalgic. The effect multiplied by your letter.

I still don’t understand how you cannot love the strong savouring scent of Eucalyptus. Its like drinking wine my lady. On second thought i’ve never tried wine so maybe not! After all it was because of the smell we got lost amongst the woods, rememeber? And i for one had a lot of fun while we walked unknowingly deeper into it. I wonder why you call it aweful. Was it because of the darkness, or was it because of the howling wolves. Hehe. Ok i’ll stop. For now, that is.

Awright. Now for Jr’s plan you formulated. I’m sure you’re expecting me to strongly oppose your idea of the play-group because you know how strongly I am against it. I’m mellowing down darling. Trust me. And it just wasn’t your letter that makes me say so. I hear Surendra, Viraat and Farhan talk about their plans for their little ones and I feel like i’ve been selfish all along! Ok, maybe selfish is too strong a word but I think i’ve been seeing the world in black and blue. Good and Bad. Mine and Yours.

The army sure does work in funny ways. While it is said that it makes one cold hearted it also, funnily so, makes one cherish and treasure life more so. I think I cannot keep looking at life through that narrow point of view for long. Before you bein guffawing like a mad cap let me make things clear; This is regarding Jr’s playgroup involvment. I suppose it’ll come to no harm. All the things I said about the “Manufacturing Consent” maybe is a bit too stupid of me. I mean Jr is just 3 years and 8 months old!!!

Me and my fears, dear, take a toll on me sometimes. It feels like i’m a fool sometimes. There are very few people who agree with me. At such times it makes life all the more difficult. Have I been believing in a farce all these years?; Was it all nonsense that I have preached all along?; Is the world not what I thought it to be?

So many questions. And no answer at all!!!

Anyways, the thing about Jr’s assignment is a good move. It’ll give you some time off too. I’m sure the boy must be keeping you on your toes all day long. Sweetheart I havent seen him in almost two years!!! Just the photographs you send me. The ip is growing up so quickly. Mashallah!!! But without his father to witness it!

How can I ever be able to get back all these lost years when I come back? Hush Hush! Let’s not talk about it already. Let us segue into more run-of-the-mill stuff now. Things that we can talk about without wrinkling our forehead in disgust or trepidation.

I might be boring, woman, but i’ve got the best looking girl in the whole wide world. And if being a “bore” gives me this; Just imagine what’ll be in store for Jr. if he turns out to be the way I want him to? Girls will be swarming around him, buzzing like locusts in green fields! Our boy will become the target for every pretty lady in town and beyond.

Whew! I’ll need to keep our little boy on a leash, my love:-p

As for the world going from bad to worse, Ayesha the world is a bad place to live in. The more disrespectful acts one does the more are they love by the world. These European and American dogs have cloaked insult and incivility and insolence in such glimmering and lustrous fronts that people have actually begun accepting it as the norm! Not only the norm but they’ve made it the benchmark for civility! Keep Jr. away from the television honey. It breeds misbehaviour and swells disrespect and argues for vulgarity!

There I go again!

Forget it sunshine. You better keep me posted with Jr’s antics please. A father cannot have enough of it.

Forever yours, Kaami. R

PS: Did I say I Love you…

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