Dear Professors and My best friends
Keep sending letters of love through funny analysis of the students. Life has been marvelous lately with you both in it. The deep conversation in class about Macbeth's Condition to sympathise with Lal Ded on call lead to life like thunderbolt. Eight years with you both are so precious. Seems like diving in the ocean filled with waves to get rare pearls. You are my rarest pearls. I still remember Manisha (My Chahat) with a chandan teeka in the first class which reminded me of the lead actress from the tragic romantic Tere Naam. Haha, you're still my God loving woman. Ekta being an introvert with curiosity, and didn't sit together till Derrida's Lecture. As Derrida is most famous for the theory of deconstruction. It destroyed my thoughts for padhaku Ekta as being super friendly and smarty. Students are blessed with the presence of such wise minds in the classroom. I wish to attend classes soon and have tea in the staffroom together. ☕
You both are bold, intelligent, supercool with a witty sense of humour, I learnt that when we discuss newspaper headlines.🤭
I really miss you both. ‘We are the champions’ group which holds the picture captured by my beloved. So, I'm not changing that. Maybe or maybe not! Another dilemma. Let me end before my train of thoughts runs farther than Mrs Dalloway. I've to get some flowers, and then jump from the metaphorical balcony during wars of mind.
I miss sitting on small stools eating kulchas with Ekta's delicious sabzi, achar in front of the Art Faculty next to Amul Milk Dairy where our heart lingered for ice creams which we rarely ate because chai already calmed our chaotic minds filled with the confusing language of Shepherd's tale.
Meet me soon, missing you hugs and tales from the class, my ears are tired for keeping the phone for hours on ears. Don't mind my lame jokes! I know you won't ever.
Convey my salam to family, and nature around you.
Only Yours
Elizabeth Bennet🎶✨
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