From Meghna Pariyar Thadani To Jai Singh Rathod.

Disclaimer: My mother has always emphasized the joy of writing letters. During my school days, she guided and taught me how to write letters as a lesson in English literature. We were even taught to write telegrams as our CBSE books were outdated. She once mentioned that letter writing is therapeutic and calming. The act of pouring out one's feelings onto paper is like unpacking one's mind. You shed a tear or two, let the emotions flow through your pen, and write more until you feel better.

With this in mind, I bring back the lost art of letter writing for a fictional character, Meghna Pariyar from the movie Janne Tu.. Janne Na.., who yearned to express her thoughts and feelings to Jai Singh Rathod. Letter writing allows us to heal our hearts and minds, to release our emotions, and to let them flow freely onto the page. Its obvious that the characters, their arcs and the emotional holds are fictional, they possibly have link to the few of us who have feelings but don't want to express them. 

Dear Jai, 

I recently came across an Arijit Singh song from this shitty movie called Tu Jhuthi Main Makkar, I know that you hate the genre of movies but you know me, I watch everything from James Bond to 99 Songs. The song is O Bedardeya and I don't know why but I cannot stop thinking about you and hence I found that writing to you might calm those thoughts down and let me focus on my work, my kid, my love. The song has this amazing verse:

Dil Mein Tha Kuchh Toh
Kaha Kyun Nahi

Tha Kabhi Pyar Toh

Insaaf Mera Karde Aa
Ya Kabhi Tha Hi Nahi
Saaf Mana Karde Aa

Thank you for telling me (albeit, finally) that you didn't have feelings for me fifteen years ago, I always knew that Aditi and you completed each other. I do keep looking at your posts, but I don't like them. I've added Aditi on Instagram but have no courage to add you. Its very shallow of me but I can't see anyone else put a smile on your face. Talking about the smile I am happy that you did not name your son Zorawar and chose a much much better name, I am sure Aditi and Savitri Aunty must have used their veto. 

Talking about Savitri Aunty, I saw those two cowboys with Savitri Aunty but they were addressing her as Rani Maa, I am sure you must have used some trick to get them on their knees before her. Its funny how we met then, I am unable to forget the moments in the pub that day - your entry in that crippled black shirt with purple borders and strong grip on my arms as your dragged me away from those idiots. God! How stupid was I to think that those two would have been good company. I guess looks and behaviour depends on upbringing. I hope I can upbring my Zeenat with those values, I hope Zeenat meets your Anay and No! Let my imaginations not run wild. Let they be in that reality that I love to love in. 

My pen now spills with ink of ire, My anger raging like a fire,

For you, have caused a rift, And forced me for you to take a shift.

She said she was a friend 

and you a friend to her 

You wove an illusion, thick and strong,

And I, a fool, went along,

But now I see the truth so clear,

And from your grasp, I must break free, my dear.

You wanted to play my game, 

You brought in a few names, 

And you called it in a way lame,

But I refuse to bear that shame,

For you sought to break your own illusion,

At the cost of my own confusion.

My eyes are open, my mind is clear,

I'll shed no more tears or live in fear,

For I am stronger than you know,

And from your reality, I will grow.

What this ? I ask and you resent.  

A draft that shall remain unsent 

Amidst the crowd who longed to kiss,

I found a love that brought pure bliss,

For only you could kiss my forehead,

And leave a love that never fled.

Your love was like a guiding light,

That showed me what was wrong and right.

Its funny how my imagination still runs wild. But I put it on paper than getting all riled. 

Thank You Jai.    

I.. don't love you and yes, you wont and don't know.