We were in Kindergarten, and our Summer vacations had just begun. On April 1st, when my little brother and I woke up in the morning and opened the door to play, we saw all our chairs hanging on a tree. On a placard, it was written large: “April Fool!” We stood there with an expression of astonishment on our faces. When we called our parents, they told us that it was the “April Fool’s Day”.
We intuited that some of my father’s students did that. I had seen these people. Once when my father gathered that they did not know the difference between Arabic numbers and Roman numerals, he called me and my brother. And then he said: “My children—They are in school. They know what it means.” After explaining it to them, I looked at them with intense disapproval, thinking: “I will never study with you, people.”
It was clear to me that they were bored to death when the University forced them to read Hamlet. They would rather take hundred lashes. My father made sure that I never went near them because I always used to say things that are politically incorrect. I studied engineering only because I wanted to escape these people.
Dear Miss X,
I owe you an apology. I am yet to tell the truth in a way it ought to be said. I do not know whether it is your frightening conscientiousness, or willful adherence to personal standards that impressed me. But, it does not matter. It is worse than a waste of time to rationally justify what I feel towards you. If expressed in three simple words, there is nothing more elegant than the truth. I do not know why I am still hesitating over it.
After reading the email, she said: “I respect your feelings.”
Now, this is like someone who had said, “Shanu, I do not have a Twitter account or anything.”, and I sat there wondering: “But, I never sent you a Twitter request. Twitter automatically sends it to everyone. Don’t flatter yourself too much. Lol.”