Three Letters

“You have inherited a big grand mansion, and it was your Uncle Henry’s wish that you came here to claim it.”

What is this a mail spam or what? Wait a minute a WP is watermarked on this letter. It could be genuine. So I pack my bags and head towards the address mentioned on the letter. What’s the worst that could happen to me: 1) some goons or thugs would be waiting for me and would take all my money and credit cards along with all my belongings. 2) I’ll keep on walking and finally when I reach at the spot the GRAND mansion doesn’t appear as grand as I had thought. It would be best not to think too much and focus on the word “grand” at this point (maybe I can focus on “countryside”). 3) Lastly, what if someone fooled me and there is nothing at all- no mansion, no garden, no personal butler or a whole army of maids at my service.

Anyways, thinking about the worst things possible I think what if this is true there would be no harm in checking the facts. So, I head towards the countryside to claim my new residence.

What do I see? A grand mansion as promised in the letter and it was there visible. Now I strike the second and third from the list. I’m not fooled by anyone and it is a grand mansion however not a livable place. What should I do? What if I’m robbed or may be killed? What if it is haunted? Now that I’ve come so far so let’s just find someone. I walk towards the big door and try to ring the bell at least two times or may be even three or five times. There is no answer I just turn back and hear the door open and someone says, “Sir.”

Hello! I came because I got this letter which says, “I can claim for Uncle Henry’s grand mansion.”

Oh! Then sir you must be Charles Henry. Can I see the letter?

Sure, here it is.

Sir I’m John the care taker of this house. Please come inside.

Can I take a look at the house, I mean the whole house.

Sure, this is your house now.

“Wow! This place is huge however some things are broken” I speak.

Sir can’t help much this is very old. Your uncle inherited it from his uncle and he repaired the house and made it livable for all of us.

John said, “Oh! I forgot to give you this.” And he took out an envelope from his pocket.

Now, what’s this I think and take it and open the envelope.

“Dear son please ask John to take you to the cellar” reads the letter.

John, could you please take me to the cellar? Yes, please follow me.

After walking from one end of the hall to the other end we reached a corridor. It is huge one that I’ve only seen in the movies. It has pictures hanging and big vases filled with flowers. The flowers look fresh seems they were filled today morning itself. The vases are shiny porcelain the one that I like and the ones that I’ve seen in art galleries. The carpet is red and is all over the place and makes me feel like I’m walking the red carpet like a celebrity. I glance at the rooms that we cross one by one. They still have furniture and everything is where the actual owner would want it to be. They look as if they are still in use.

Sir, this is the cellar and the money is in the vault.

What vault? What money?

Your uncle had asked me to hand the vault and the money to the first owner who comes.

And that would be me.

What will I do with the money?

Anything as it suits your need.

Ok! Then I’ll turn this into a museum. People specially the city dwellers would love it.

One thing John earlier you said the first owner who comes, why did you say so.

Well three letters were sent to three people. The first one didn’t respond, we waited for one year. The second one gave us a call we spoke and spoke and the conversation ended on an abusive note. Then the third letter was sent to you and that’s why no phone number was mentioned on it. The lawyer has been informed and the paper work will start from tomorrow.

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A letter- to My Valentine

In response to: writing-challenge-valentine

Dear Love,

You are the most important person in my life. You came into my life almost eight years ago. Don’t ask me what all things you brought along the way.

I used to be all by myself, you changed that.

I used to get very angry, very quickly, you became my anti-angry pills.

I never used to smile, thinking it is not important; you showed and told me the importance of my smile.

I used to cry when I failed at things, you gave me the courage and became my pillow to cry.

I used to be stubborn at times; you understood and tolerated me during those times.

For me, life came in a box mentioned “handle with care”; you suggested to me to break this box and live out of this box. You taught me to enjoy every moment of my life.

You made me a person that I had never thought of or intended to become.

Over these many years I can’t say what our relationship has become. I think it has become stronger than ever. When I first saw you, yes I just saw you, and passed away. I didn’t have a time machine, then, to see that it will only be you in my future.

Together over the years we have come to know each other more, than we know about ourselves.

Together we have seen good and bad days.

Together we have quit from our jobs. Together we have looked for jobs.

Together we have waited for our career launch.

Together we have fought over things like cats and dogs.

Together we have played the game of silence after each fight.

Together we came a little closer after our fight turning into silence and finally silence being filled with true understanding.

Together we have balanced our life with the right amounts of feelings, emotions, understanding and the most important of all love.

You know that I don’t believe in any “special days”.  Firstly because I don’t remember any dates; I simply forget, even if I mark it on a calendar. Secondly I believe that every day is special since you are with me.

With you, every day and every moment of my life has become special.

With you in my life I don’t need any occasions to celebrate.

With you in my life I don’t need a reason to rejoice.

With you in my life every day is a party.

With you in my life I feel special.

With you in my life I don’t need anything or anyone else.

With you and only you in my life I feel that I’ve lived all my lives in one life.

With you in my life I don’t have to go any other way, because I know all the ways would lead to you.

With you in my life and my heart I know that we are connected and cannot stay apart.

So, here I’m writing to you to show how important you are to me. I thought that you should know, as it is sometimes important to show.

From,

Truly yours.

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The colour of my letter

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I went to check the letters from the box; there were none except for one that I was holding in my hand.

I marched towards the door and took my RED paper knife to open the letter.

 

It was not a usual letter. It was written with love, from someone I knew. The writing was not in regular black or BLUE ink. My eyes were reading attentively through each word. Each word made sense as I connected one word with another and then the letter started to talk to me. When I reached the last sentence I understood this letter was far too important to be written in black or blue and so it had been written in GREEN.

 

I started thinking….

He could have written in red, which could have meant that he wanted to kill our relationship.

He could have written in black, it would have shown no feelings at all.

He could have written in blue, it could have meant a pale relationship.

But the fact, that he chose green suggested that he wanted to have a long lasting and ever green relationship.

 

So, I ran to my room; looked for my scrap book. I tore a YELLOW sheet (as it was one of the golden moments in my life). I wanted to show my consent so I choose a heavenly colour close to a shade of purple. I wrote, what my heart said in VIOLET. 

Then folded the letter and put it in, in an ORANGE envelope. Then very lovingly I took a string of INDIGO ribbon and glued a little bow on the envelope.

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