Dear Stranger,

I loved your samosas.

Wait, that didn't sound right.

Moving on...To be candid, I've never really been much fond of the nationwide favourite delicacy enjoyed by more than a billion head count.

I'm usually more of a idli or sambhar vada guy. However, I can't believe I actually loved it. Just to be sure, I tried samosas again today, just to see if my picky taste buds have suddenly decided to rewrite their mood. But nah. It was not to be. I still dislike samosas. So, how.. or why.. did I scarfed down more than half the box yesterday?

Perhaps because you are particularly good at it? Or maybe because you made it..? Man.. at this rate my affection for you is going to spin Outta control. Calm Down Me!

On a different note.. remember we jokingly talked about learning how to massage?

Yeah. I've been actually doing that.

Usually, my go to way to learn any new thing is by doing extensive research through reading SME's(subject matter expert's) articles on the topic. Strange enough, this methodology finally failed me. I apologize to all the masseuse out there for taking the topic too lightly.

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"It's just massage, how hard could it be?"...

That's what I thought. And then watched the videos. There is a plethora of techniques to just warm up the muscles. Then there are various ways to massage like with oil for warmth and relaxation and with friction and force for better knot kneading. The experts make it look so easy, but you could just see from the fluently practiced motions of their hands about the time it must have taken to master, and that it's anything but easy.

No matter. I will not back down. I have started it. I will learn it. Obsession over learning random talents is basically all that I'm good at.

You know, scrolling down the "beginner's massage guide" videos on YT, I started daydreaming, like I always do, about using these techniques on you.

I see myself undoing the clasps on your bra for better access, then, slathering a generous layer of mildly warm oil on your back to gently warming up your muscles and skin with slow motion, as goosebumps rise up on your arms. And as you lie on your back facing down, starting to work on your neck in slow but firm strokes of my long bony fingers digging deep in you and making my way down.. Slowly slowly increasing the force of the movement to undo the knots in your shoulder blades. Moving so in a rhythmic movement bit by bit commiting more of my body weight to it, as you let out a shivering whimper..

Alright that's enough. Calm down. Calm Down Me! Deep breaths.

Phew...

I did not sleep yesterday night. At all. No need to guess why. Its quite obvious really. And as I sit in my office right now, writing this letter to you, I wonder, even if only sometimes, do you think about me too?

Man..

I miss you so.. damn much.

Only Yours