So the lovebirds are maneuvering all around sajha in various notes and tunes. Wow.

Hats off to John Galt for honestly or dishonestly dragging one of my favourite posters in the hot topic. The confessions made by both parties in their initial postings cannot be underestimated.lol

Sitaraji, as a big fan of your meticulous writing, I always wondered how would you express your personal emotions. And got a portion of it in here. Fact or fiction, do keep on writing so that our thirst for your subtle imaginations can be quenched. Learning lots of things from you sissy.

Dear Goodnight and Happy April 1st:

Loved your genteel reply. Yes, certainly, the possiblities are endless but your life is too short to explore all of them. Indeed, a pity! As for the head spinning, is it accompanied by nausea ? hmmm could it be vertigo, perhaps?

Yes, my dear the hiccups were so unbearable that I had to watch Ring 1 and Ring 2. And a recent flashing of Ring 3 scared the daylights out of me and cured my hiccups, tics, twitches an' all. Don't drink any more water, I beg of you... leave some for the fish!

My bewitching smile carries a burden of broken hearts; pray do not push do not push me further into purgatory. I couldn't bear for Fr. Andrew Wa to save my buring soul. The garden of Eden holds no attraction for me.

Oh No! I had no intentions of inhabiting your house nor your heart. I am a free spirit haunting the tricky threads of Sajha. Perhaps, you can exorcise me with Fr. Andrew's cross and bible?! If not, I could wack some sense back into your dizzy head.... with a peacock's feather of course.

Oh, you have not made love to Kenny G's music in so long? Aha! that explains your thirst and enumerous gulps of water. Perhaps, a cold shower will cure IT? How about bottled glacier water from Alaska? ;)

Gentle sire, how brave, how courageous, how foolish! Why would you want to die for unrequitted love? Yes, I'd rather have you fighting for me than dying for me! :)

Sire, are you aware you ask for the lethal? one look from my karke nazar will doom you to eternal confusion. If you are not already befuddled. Gentle Sire, allow the dust of my memories to settle before you embark upon another infatuation.

Yours sincerely,

Flattered.

P.S. curious about the direction your head spins; clockwise or anticlockwise?

NewUser ji:

Thank you!

Allow me to confess, I am an ardent admirer of your political discourses. Politics is not my cup of tea but, King G reminds me of General Pinochet who did the same in Chile, where peace was imposed upon layers and layers of induced silence.

As for being dragged into this hypothetical love letter thread, I seldom ignore a chance to banter. This, in real life too. And today, in particular, the weather is beautiful. I went for a run, listened to the noisy jays. Nothing beats the tranquility of Spring Break when I can daydream into the reflections of the pond and read a book. Yes, I confess, I have not been too productive thses last few days.

ke ho sajha ma achel yeta heryo lop letter...uta heryo lop letter...aafulai ta euta ni aundaina feri :s

wori pari sablai DV lotto pareko jastai...afu chai jahile ni twaaaaaaaaaaa :D

ooh ooh, my turn to chime in.

Dear Flattered,

Speaking of rings, you won't be able to stop watching and admiring the one I give you. Just make sure you don't trip while walking - keep your eyes on the road, not on your finger. Oh well, just to make sure you don't fall down, I'll throw in a nice toe ring too. Wear sandals, summer's here.

Please allow me to have a rendezvous with you. Name the time and place and I will come with the rings I've promised you. Wary of your karke nazar, I have invested in a very hi-tech Rayban. The salesperson has assured me that it is fully capable of blocking all kinds of glares and stares. I hope it works on you.

I'm still searching for a bottle large enough to trap your free spirit. Have patience and I shall rein you in.

sincerely,
hypothetically in love

Dear Flattered,

Thank you for your concern about the head spinning. please don't worry about me, for i am learning to manage the discomfort. however, your questions have me concerned whether you befell a similar predicament. i pray, let this not be so. Indeed, life is too short to be spent hiccupping.

you worry about impending purgatory. Fair lady, what thoughts were you entertaining when you failed to observe the cardinal commandment "Thou Shalt Not Steal?" No, forget Fr. Andrew Wa. even the ailing pope may not be able to save me now. Instead, I will follow the trail of broken hearts to your doorstep, where you and a peacock's feather can finally do me proper justice. Alternatively, I can forever play hide and seek in this labyrinth of Sajha, which you call your virtual home. FYI, forever is a really long time.

Yes my dear, this love has made me brave, courageous, and foolish all at once. Brave and courageous to pursue you, and perhaps foolish to continue on. Fair lady, it is not possible to be any more confused, for I am already engulfed in this amorous chaos of befuddlement. dust settling, you say? the dust would not settle even if I were to submerge myself in the icy waters of Alaska. But here's a thought. Perhaps I should move to Alaska and build an igloo shaped like your heart, and mediate on that karke nazar. Just me and my grief-stricken thoughts.

Yours truly,

Lovelorn

PS: the head spin can be clockwise or counterclockwise, depending on whether you are looking from above or below, front or back.

Mr Republican,

Thought Rayban only blocked ultravoilet rays. Even it may block all other rays but it cannot help penetrate the karke nazar of a damsel certainly not in distress.Just guard your groin for an unexpected pumelling which may or may not be from the fists. She hides a weapon in her saree.

Sitara is not materialistic cos she says she has little to savor in eateries, and she is not a gollum who would kill em all just for the heck of wearing your goddamn ring. If you think the glitter and sparkle of the ring keeps her eyes off the road, lend her your Rayban, if would most definitely help her.

And for your kind information Mr. Christina Aguilera fan, jeannies these days are baited by a fine BMW, or a jaguar, but then, I doubt sitara likes them all. The best bet would be, you be a jay singing "lop..lop me do" in the branch of the tree near a pond where she reads a book. She might be attracted.

Poonte lai Poonti bhauju ko lop letter:

Malai laideu babu bhanthin, j parla so tarla bhanera bichaima kholera herde. Narisaunu la Poonte dai :)

Bhunteka baa,

Tadha batai dhoge hai. Aile ta tini khutta pani kati gora bha hunan. Tinai khutta dhogna

napara yo mana sahro pir parirachha. Ek palta aaunu hau. Hya bhunte pani dinahu baa

kaile auuchan bhanera karai rakhchha. Kaile phirni ho gathe. Goda dasek saal nagi sako.

Afno ta sabai chauri parisako. Huna ta tya timi rata pira chhau aray bhanthe siran-ghare

dhan parsad ka chhora. Gaam ma k jaati halla pitaka thay- lau hai poonte le ta utai euti

gorini lai palera baseko chha aray bhanera. Maile testo kura kasari pattyam tani gathe.

Bhunteka baa teti adharmi chhainan bhanni yo jyaan lai mattai thaa chha. . Mera ghara

sauta haalni sochnan ta tinle. Kathai, mero poonte. Kaile aaulan bhanera balesi ma

herda herda mero baish pani dhalki gayo. Jugai gayo, jawani gayo poonte ko ashaima.

Bhoonte najanmya bhani poila gaidinthe ma pani. Ani timlai haisukkai. Jo jo sauta halay ni

halthyo. Aba yo budheskaal maa ma kaa jaam.

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Jaani belaan bhaneko haina. Ma aauchhu poonti talai gahana le chhapakkai parne soon

lera, talai jahaaj ma chadhaara sahar ghumaula. Khai ta ni. Birsyou ki keho gathe. Malai

gahana pani chahiya chhaina, sahar ghumna parya pani chhaina. Ek pali aaidyou hai aba

ta bhunte ka baa. Ma budi lai herna nabhe pani aafno ragat ko dallo bhoonte chhora lai

ta herna aau. Kasto lorke bhachha. Thyammai timi jastai.


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Lau tani kati lekhna lagam ra arkaa chhora lai. Jati lekhe pani timlai nadekhe samma yo

manaa laako santaap hatdo rainachha gaathe. Yo paraan rahunjel mai ek choti ghara

farka bhoonte ka baa. Baru tei sauta nai lera bhaa pani ek palta mukh dekhamna aau.

Bhagaman le saddai timlai haai sancho rakhun. Oohi timro paraan piyari , poonti.



No offence la poonte bro, chithhi kholdeko ma. Ehh hhe he he he.
( I wish I typed in Nepali font but for the problem with the computer)

Buddhism and US scientists team up at MIT to investigate mind. http://web.mit.edu/newsoffice/2003/dalailama.html

sorry wrong tread

Dear Hypothetically in love Republican:

Alas, I forcast doom in a joint ring venture. Sire, you ride an elephant and I a mere donkey. Sir, you offer me glitters but all that glitters is not gold. To reassure you, I've just had a pedicure and a manicure but my frail fingers can't bear the weight of multifaceted rocks. Yes, it's summer and I wear thonged sandals that show off my tanned toe cleavage/s! I don't wear toe rings sire, they give ugly tan lines. Plus nothing gives me more pleasure than digging my bare naked toes(devoid of any metal) into the therapeutic sand as I walk barefoot on the beach. The only rock that attract me is the Rock of Gibraltar from which I would gaze into the Mediterranean as I pen down a haiku or two. Yes, I can surely, be as moody as the capricious weather which forms there.

For our rendezvous place, I'll meet you atop the stairway to heaven @ zero hour. And if you do acend the stairs wearing your Rayban, do have a rock climbing safety device attached to your behind. I fear the Rayban may be of blackbody radiation, thus rendering you comepletely blind.

The last time I checked, George Bush is using the elusive bottle to capture WMD in Iraq! My patience reigns supreme, sire. Nevertheless, I am charmed!

Your's sincerely
(Re)publicly Democrat

:)

HOINA yo sabai jana lai ke bhayeko ho????? khali letter lekhne dhoon chadya chha !!!!...he he he ...."Nalekha chitthi timile malaiii, samjhe matra pugcha" bhanne geet ayyeko uhileeeeee ho...taipani kura bhujdainan hamra satthi haru...he he he

kasle bhaneko!!!LOL
sristi lai letter lekhne ko?!

John, Republican, Zalim and Newuser; You guys are so charmingly hilarious; your hypothetical letters are the best in original humor!

Ruina ....he he he ...Sristi lai mahilee letter lekhya chaina...hareee kasto aroop lagayeko ......khali 3 sayaris matra dedicated garya ho usslai....he he he

Sitara,

Wish I were as articulate as you, should have taken literature instead of engineering.

Dear Lovelorn:

Thank you for asking about a similar dizzy predicament. The last time, I felt vertigo was when I "arised" in lop. Dizzying heights are not my forte, so I promptly fell out of lop. My hypothetical loper unfortunately was stranded at the stairway to heaven, sporting a pair of dark Rayban glasses and dangling midway contemplating whether to ascend or descend.

Sire, I am not a thief of hearts and I did not break the commandmant, "Thou shall not steal". I swear, those hearts were planted and I was framed. I'm sorry the Pope cannot save you for he seems to be stranded between life and death, himself. Even the Lord is perplexed, especially after hearing George Bush's prayerful petitions for the holy pontiff. Yes, my love, a peacock feather it shall be... the pokey end ofcourse! Ok, I hide and you seek, but sire can you count to infinity before I succumb to your amorous advances?

Oh Brave, Courageous and Foolish one, your (un)dying love has endeared me to your dilemma. Oh what shall I do now? As I look skyward, perplexed.... I await divine intervention. Oh when oh when will the clouds clear and sunshine seep into my platinum plated heart? You see I was cursed into a golden cage while the evil jinn has hidden the key to my heart. I beseech you do not waste your precious life for me; but if you must take, your yoga mat and kamandali to faroff Alaska and meditate upon the bindi glittering on my forehead. My Karke Nazar is better left alone.
My only advice is your tigerskin wrap may not withstand the freezing temperatures of the Alaskan maidens.

Goodbye my lovelorn, If ever I am free of this platinum heart, I promise I shall seek you out in the Arctic wilderness.

Sincerely,
Hypothetically regretful.



:)

John Galt, thanks for the compliment, although, undeserved! However, your writings just prove that Literature claims no monopoly on articulation. :)

Dearest,

As I look upon the brightness of the twinkling stars, through the darkest of the night and throught the shining blue moon, your love shines brighter than anything I have imagined. It is you with whom I wish to look upon forever and years to come.

Although, this letter of love doesn't convey the message I wish to deliver, it is far beyond the horizons of falling stars that I want to say, you are loved by someone who is an emotional human being, sensitive to even the silliest of hapennings, and one who is very shy to tell u straight in face, that he loves you.

But, I am bold enough to take you through the life of struggles, love to give you excitement, full of romance, the moments the pleasure and desires, and a pinch of solidarity as you wish.

I am a self-confident man, one who accompanies a lot of thoughts, someone who doesn't like complexity, just take it as it goes, and one who would like to gain a lot of pride when you are in his arms, thats everything summed up of what I want.

These two days life span, one wonders and shakens, before it passes right before us. Everything can be fulfilled in this short life, but sometimes nothing does to somebody. It haunts when your desires are full of something that you want to have, rather than what you can get. I can therefore promise you, that I will be with you as we work our way to the path of our destiny, but I cannot promise you that I will give you everything you want. That is not withing my grasp.

But please donot be dissapointed. Atleast I can try to give you what you want, I just don't want to see you being sad when I cannot fulfill the promise.

Therefore, my dearest, you will read the lines today, and you might like it or you might forget that it is just another letter some crazy man wrote it for you as many already have. Give thougts to this, and think that sometimes something really whistles away right before your eyes, before you wish to have it, it maybe too late.

I wish to have you, and I look forward to hearing your reply.

At the woods,
Bob

dear bob,

too mushy, feel like I am reading mills and boons..beware of sitara....she might eat you alive.