Note: This letter has been written after keen observation of real people associated with the author.
Dearest Concerned Society and Dear Wife of My Darling Lover,
I am the one – yes – that whore/slut/bitch – whatever you may call me. No, no – do not hesitate. It is absolutely fine by me. I am accustomed to being called names. When I was born, I was called a ‘burden’ because I was not a son. (Well, hello! The chromosomes did not listen to me so I am sorry!). When I was growing up and was not as fair complexioned as my other cousins, I was called ‘a bigger burden’ (kaun karega is kaali se shaadi!). Later, I decided to study Arts, out of choice – and I was suddenly not ‘bright enough’. So, I live in a society so naïve, living in its own world of clichés, that does not have the comprehension to understand/accept such basic things! Trust me, I do not expect that society will accept something as twisted as a love affair.