Chapter 31


    ANUSHIYA SMITH


    I thanked God for saving me from a great storm. If the driver didn''t open the door at a correct time I''d


    have been dead by now and cursing god for what I did. Teaching him Tamil made me feel happier than


    ever but when he was all excited about knowing the meaning of that I felt embarrassed. It''s not even a


    bad word but still, I couldn''t say that to him.


    The next day morning, when I woke up as usual I traced beside me and realized he was gone as usual.


    But I got a smell of coffee on the table beside me. Not only coffee there was also a letter under the


    coffee.


    Wait. What? I shouted inside me.


    Before taking a sip from the coffee I took that letter and unfolded it. Before reading I smelled the paper


    as if it was a strawberry cake, I giggled at my thought and started reading it.


    Dear Anushiya,


    I''ve to say you something. "You woke up sleepyhead! Good morning!" I''m kidding. Yesterday, I liked


    spending time with you, knowing about you, and especially learning Tamil with you. You know one


    thing, I''ll be going to be the first person who learned anguage without knowing the meaning of what I


    was saying because I''m trusting you that''d not be any vulgar words when I use that on any other native


    speaking people like my mom. You might be wondering what''s wrong with me. I just started writing a


    letter for my... wife? No. A friend? Ammu. From now on I''m going to call you ammu. My friend. Let''s


    start our journey my dear friend, Ammu.


    I trust you.


    Yours lovingly,Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    Arjun.


    When I read that my heart rises in a good way and my mind wasn''t working still like someone gave my


    mind thousands of work at the same time and it was devastating to concentrate on. "Ammu?" I


    whispered as biting my lips to control my huge grin. How does he know my nickname my family used to


    call me? I liked that. "I swear I''m not teaching you any vulgar words," I promised as if he was in the


    same room sitting beside me. "Let''s start our journey my dear friend, Ammu," I repeated hisst


    sentence. I have no words when I saw the word "I trust you." for what teaching him Tamil, not bad


    words? Iughed. "Yours lovingly, Arjun." Arjun. Arjun. Arjun. My mind kept repeating his name. For


    some reason, I kissed that paper and shoved it to my chest where my heart was beating faster as if I


    was hugging him.


    Suddenly a thought hit me. Is this a love letter or a letter to a friend?