Dear Selden,
I'm mad, I'm literally fuming just now and the only way out I know is to write to you all the things that is bothering me. First of all I want to tell you I'm changing my name, I'm never going to call myself Phuntsho anymore, I have a long story to tell you today why I don't want this name. But while we are at names, let me make it very clear that your name will never change...you've been and shall be my Selden forever. I know here are some nosy people trying to find their seldOn or SEDON or SAIDON or SEDEY and I want to tell all these nosy-parkers that you are SELDEN and not any of the other versions of this name.
I want to call myself WANGYEL, I know you remember him, the son we could never have. I still hear you say,"if he is a son I'll call him wangyel." It was a blunt statement and I knew I had no say whatsoever in the names of our children when we grew up and had them. Grow up we did, but those Syelma and Wangyel could never make their entry into the world. But dear, we've our Wangyel now, I'm going to call myself by that name.
I know, your impatient heart might be about to pop out wondering why I have suddenly begun to detest my own name. Well, today right after office we had to visit one of our colleague who had been sick for months. He slipped in the bathroom and has fractured his right limb. Some of the other members of our office had already left before time to help him. When I reached his house, I saw most of the male members hovering over a laptop where my colleague Phuntsho was smartly showing off his Casanova way of living life.. Eager to see what the hustling was all about I joined them after a casual 'how are you? I'm sorry to see you this way,' statement to the host.
I regret ever partcipating in that most inhumane conversation. He was chatting with a lady and and at the same time showing us, the other males, how he can easily find a target. Sorry I used this word to describe a woman but this is exactly what he said. "Sorry dear I've to keep myself invisible 'cos I don't want others to invade our privacy," he typed and on the other side popped up a message," r u online?". "Look at this cheapskate," he guffawed and told everyone present in the room about how he had this lady hook,line and sinker in his enchanted world of fake love. He typed furiously to the other lady while he grinned maliciously and did not respond to the 'cheapskate'. Everybody read what she was typing ( sorry even I did). The poor lady typed for about half an hour, maybe waiting with love felt with pure heart for this man who was flirting with another woman while telling the room filled with men the easy ways in which he had hooked her. "Maybe, one of you should try her, I'm sure she will open not just her heart but her everything...only thing is you need to speak few dialogues of love," the whole room resounded with laughter.
I stood up and went to join the ladies in other room. Uncomfortably smiling I sat for another hour or so listening to my namesake bragging about his conquest with women and how easy it was with social network like fb and the like. I felt my rage building up like a hot lava about to erupt any moment. I wanted to go and slap that Phuntsho and tell him to respect the feeling called love even if he didn't respect the ladies.
I know dear, I may not have dashing looks nor do I have wealth to flaunt but today I realized I've a beautiful heart for I love you with truth in every word that makes up the word love.I have meant every feeling of love whenever I used the word 'LOVE', unlike some people in the world who use love like a cheap object to be bartered without considering the heart that might drown in sorrows if they ever know the cruel game of fake love.
So, I'm kicking this name Phuntsho for the name reminds me of how fake people can be, pulling an iron curtain over some misery filled heart with empty promises of love. Dear, Love is not something that can be called in and out. "I want a way out," some people say, to them I would like to say, if there ever was true love...people go away, memories fade but love remains. And if the love was just a malicious act of earning some points in life of how good one scores in the number of people who fell in love with you, well, there was never any love to go in or out.
But dear, I've loved you and do love you with love in its purest form and nothing can change that."Ah!Love, let us be true to one another...." I hear Mathew Arnold speak from my heart as I write this letter to you. True I'll be to you forever.
Yours,
Wangyel (I need to browse through my cabinet and scratch out the name Phuntsho from my previous letters to you, I'm doing that soon.)
I'm mad, I'm literally fuming just now and the only way out I know is to write to you all the things that is bothering me. First of all I want to tell you I'm changing my name, I'm never going to call myself Phuntsho anymore, I have a long story to tell you today why I don't want this name. But while we are at names, let me make it very clear that your name will never change...you've been and shall be my Selden forever. I know here are some nosy people trying to find their seldOn or SEDON or SAIDON or SEDEY and I want to tell all these nosy-parkers that you are SELDEN and not any of the other versions of this name.
I want to call myself WANGYEL, I know you remember him, the son we could never have. I still hear you say,"if he is a son I'll call him wangyel." It was a blunt statement and I knew I had no say whatsoever in the names of our children when we grew up and had them. Grow up we did, but those Syelma and Wangyel could never make their entry into the world. But dear, we've our Wangyel now, I'm going to call myself by that name.
I know, your impatient heart might be about to pop out wondering why I have suddenly begun to detest my own name. Well, today right after office we had to visit one of our colleague who had been sick for months. He slipped in the bathroom and has fractured his right limb. Some of the other members of our office had already left before time to help him. When I reached his house, I saw most of the male members hovering over a laptop where my colleague Phuntsho was smartly showing off his Casanova way of living life.. Eager to see what the hustling was all about I joined them after a casual 'how are you? I'm sorry to see you this way,' statement to the host.
I regret ever partcipating in that most inhumane conversation. He was chatting with a lady and and at the same time showing us, the other males, how he can easily find a target. Sorry I used this word to describe a woman but this is exactly what he said. "Sorry dear I've to keep myself invisible 'cos I don't want others to invade our privacy," he typed and on the other side popped up a message," r u online?". "Look at this cheapskate," he guffawed and told everyone present in the room about how he had this lady hook,line and sinker in his enchanted world of fake love. He typed furiously to the other lady while he grinned maliciously and did not respond to the 'cheapskate'. Everybody read what she was typing ( sorry even I did). The poor lady typed for about half an hour, maybe waiting with love felt with pure heart for this man who was flirting with another woman while telling the room filled with men the easy ways in which he had hooked her. "Maybe, one of you should try her, I'm sure she will open not just her heart but her everything...only thing is you need to speak few dialogues of love," the whole room resounded with laughter.
I stood up and went to join the ladies in other room. Uncomfortably smiling I sat for another hour or so listening to my namesake bragging about his conquest with women and how easy it was with social network like fb and the like. I felt my rage building up like a hot lava about to erupt any moment. I wanted to go and slap that Phuntsho and tell him to respect the feeling called love even if he didn't respect the ladies.
I know dear, I may not have dashing looks nor do I have wealth to flaunt but today I realized I've a beautiful heart for I love you with truth in every word that makes up the word love.I have meant every feeling of love whenever I used the word 'LOVE', unlike some people in the world who use love like a cheap object to be bartered without considering the heart that might drown in sorrows if they ever know the cruel game of fake love.
So, I'm kicking this name Phuntsho for the name reminds me of how fake people can be, pulling an iron curtain over some misery filled heart with empty promises of love. Dear, Love is not something that can be called in and out. "I want a way out," some people say, to them I would like to say, if there ever was true love...people go away, memories fade but love remains. And if the love was just a malicious act of earning some points in life of how good one scores in the number of people who fell in love with you, well, there was never any love to go in or out.
But dear, I've loved you and do love you with love in its purest form and nothing can change that."Ah!Love, let us be true to one another...." I hear Mathew Arnold speak from my heart as I write this letter to you. True I'll be to you forever.
Yours,
Wangyel (I need to browse through my cabinet and scratch out the name Phuntsho from my previous letters to you, I'm doing that soon.)
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