To the Angel in Blue Jeans

I have never done this on my blog. But, the Angel too had never visited me. This is a letter, reconstructed, I wrote to a girl who left me for the good. At least, that is what I felt like – that she left. A post, I never wanted to publish on this blog in order to keep it clean, is this one. Only later do I realise, keeping your stuff clean doesn’t mean you don’t add dirt to it. It is more about recognizing the stain.

Dirt is the mud while stain is what remains.

To justify this post, I know my writing needs no justification. Plus, it is no good of a writing if I don’t get in bed with my vulnerabilities. So, here goes nothing – come what may.

I am someone who spoke about Newton’s Law of Heating while she was trying to break up. But, the World’s Best Boss proves it could have been better. I showed Bhuvana my numismatics and the century old coins. 1857’s One Quarter Anna could do nothing but remain valuable even 160 years later. While I mourned a loss imaginable, I thought a letter in an envelope would do the deed when a message on-screen could not. Somehow life made sure my loving mom finds it out before the post-man. And, here’s the message!


To the Angel in Blue Jeans,

Actually, I have lost the letter. Purely, goddamn. I do remember one line from it which went on the notes of –

“I have a million stories to tell you when this distance keeps increasing into millions of miles”


Pretty good, right? Jack would tight an ick of rose to that.

One thing I noticed is my love towards stories. Film-making. And, the life that is just. I knew this all the time. But, never really aware of it. Here’s a glimpse of the first story-outline I ever wrote. Or, the first physically existing proof of it.

Do you know this is a story outline? Okay, just making sure.

Phew.