Letter #1
a series of letters…
Dear,
While you also adore the liberty of American tongue, you also die over the literary old British lingo that no one ever uses with you. Yet, your writing is a combination of both, and I like it about you. You excessively uses commas, like Wilde, but I think you picked up this habit from Dickens — the first ever literary figure you read seriously.
Your paragraphs aren’t brief and concise as is the trend nowadays, and you utterly deny how language has developed into something so easy nowadays. You detest how modern language has chained us to a good-for-nothing vocabulary that can fulfill our capitalistic desires and do no more. Yet, it makes everything inexplicable. People can’t even attempt to give ideas a good shape with their language. Even if they fail, they don’t fail in a good way.
Life has for you lots, as it does for all of us. You seem to think that nature has separated a bunch of regrets that shall plague you for the rest of your life. And these regrets, as mediocre they are, align with your emotionality and foolishness, and therefore cause you to hate all this even more. I think it strange how you strangely seem to love all the sins you do and regret. I don’t know if this function’s in God’s Kingdom, but if your good deeds don’t get you far, you good sins might.
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I think your picking up a title or two this week was a good choice. You picked up that book you’ve almost fully read on your laptop, but don’t feel like doing so now and you spend all your money on that. You buy some Indian Literature, you buy some Homer, Sherlock Holmes lit, and you buy some good literary classics — what else CAN you need?
I heard that you seem to hold a really, very unorthodox opinion, considering your background: Just like how we talk about the great and good stuff, we should also introduce the ugly and the disgusting part of society. Sex drives our society, whether we recognize or not. Therefore, it should be exposed in a way that Manto, a controversial figure that you very much adore, did. You’ve read his stuff, which was erotic, yet you soon understood that the problem doesn’t lie in the stories he writes, it’s in the mindset which both you and the rest of society had, which Manto aimed at fixing.
We treat sex as merely lust, but it’s human nature, and Manto realized that it isn’t treated like it’s human. If disciplined correctly, the problems of sexuality and sex can be treated to a great extent. Manto was truly unique.
With that, I shall write you no further, for I have an acquaintance waiting for my letter to end. I hope you give aunty my regards.
Your truly we are,
Talkie.
