The Letter

I have got a Sister; she is Four Years elder to me… When she was in her 12th, she wanted a six pocket jeans, which was a very hep fashion in the year of 1998… She used to take tuitions and was earning that ways but was broke at that time and mom was not buying her that six pocket jeans which she thought to be original FIFA (Laughs) that to from a sale for Rs. 350/- . So She wrote a letter to My dad asking for some help (She had glued this letter on the mirror where dad shaves in the morning)… hehe I found this letter today and I wanted to post it here… as this letter has somehow either touched me or I have just found it so sweet that I couldn’t resist typing it out and blog it….

Dear Papa, (Kindly Wear Your Glasses)

After a Failing endeavor of convincing mama for buying me a six pocket trouser, I have turned to you for help. I am ready to take the trouser at my own expense. But the purchase has to be as soon as possible because I don’t want anybody else to take it. I’ll pay mama my two months ka tuition fees as I am broke right now. There is a discount at the shop hence the trouser which one gets for Rs. 450/- can be bought for Rs. 350/-. I have 100 but to spare. The trouser is from the best company. One in a million chance. Unique color Papa, pleaseeee…. Soothe mummy down. This kind of gesture of yours will never be forgotten. You see how desperate I am?

I Am in Love with that trouser and truly obsessed with it. Please, Please, Please, Please don’t turn me down. I’ll go by bus and come by bus. I don’t mind mummy coming along or even you or anybody as a matter of fact. Please don’t disappoint me.

[P.N. I don’t mind if mamma draws a draft, I’ll accept it and make it a bill.]

Lovingly, helplessly, faithfully
Yours
Dharaa.