A letter for forgiveness

Dear Electronics,

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I miss you. I really do. Once upon a time, when I was first confronted with the task of dealing with you as a subject, I didn’t quite like you. You did seem excellent and all, but the excitement of getting to know what components the electronic gadgets contained inside of them had faded when I realized there were too many equations and derivations that tagged along.

But now, I have to no more deal with the pesky little transistors, resistors, or capacitors. I do not have to bother about wearing an oversized khaki coat and black leather shoes to the laboratory. The diodes and the ICs can finally be free of this uncaring brat. The breadboard can finally rest in peace. But I cannot. I  had been uncaring, but when it’s time to bid you goodbye, I feel so empty inside… and bad, because I hadn’t treated you well all these days. I find that something is missing in my life without you.

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I confess… I didn’t quite like you at one point o’ time… although that would be nowhere near how much I despised signals and systems. I probably still don’t like signals and systems and other communication stuff, but I wanted to tell you that even after two years have passed, I still like you.

Seems like I haven’t moved on, after all. Anyway. have a great future ahead. I can foresee great improvements in the near future. There might be someone else who deserves you, after all. Though, I have to tell you, I’ll never stop liking you for the rest of my life.

Yours detest-less-ly,

Akila.

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‘Your computer is not connected to the internet’

Or not.

Or not.

How untrue.

Dear internet, I tell you, I’m always connected to the internet. It’s just the awesome skill of my network in staying off the radar that you’re not being able to detect me at all. You see, my modem likes to keep me safe from the cyber-demons, as it truly loves me to the point of death!

It’s not super-slow. In fact, it’s super-smart, because it saves me data. It teaches me what patience is. Very soon… it might even teach me to break my laptop and walk away. And… to eventually become a hermit. And, for the love of internet, I might as well begin my preparations for becoming one.

Desperate for a good connection,

The blogger who owns a cobweb-filled, rotten, untended ol’ blog, thanks to her nasty internet.

A ‘lavender’ colored letter to tiny flecks of ‘lavender’ from a ‘lavender’ princess.

Writing101: The Daily Post has asked me to flip to page 29 of the nearest book and write my post in a letter format, with the first letter of the page.

Fortunately, I had many e-books in my laptop and so, I didn’t need to get up. Scanning my ‘downloads’ folder, my eyes caught sight of a book that I had downloaded yesterday – Britannia.

This is what I saw as the first sentence: Tiny flecks of dried lavender were suspended in it too, so the whole piece had a soft, purple hue.

So, I have decided to address my letter to ‘Tiny Flecks of Lavender.’

Dear Tiny Flecks of Lavender,

I know that you guys will be pretty pissed off for being reduced to tiny flecks, milking your life from within, so I want to apologize to you. Never will I ever reduce you to tiny flecks henceforth.

P.S: I love your color. That is the color of the dress that I am wearing right now. I feel like a princess whenever I wear this lavender-colored netted churidar.

Yours flabbergasted-ly (with a wink),

The Princess in Lavender.