It’s hard to admit your feelings openly about certain people as well as your belongings. So here I am, writing these letters to the bottles that I have lost but dearly admired. Don’t think I’m weird for admiring a water bottle. But, you learn to love it when you keep losing it and have to take care of it like it’s your baby.
Dear lock n lock,
It is true when people say that the first bottle you admire will forever stay in your mind. You are that kind of bottle to me. The first day of college, I was eager to take you to class. You stuck by my side throughout the day though I struggled to make friends. I think you didn’t want to meet my parents because you preferred to stay in the overhead bag space on the aeroplane. I should have checked but, I thought you would stick by my side always. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a forever and always with you. Thank you for being my first and favourite till date (Shhh! Don’t tell the others I said this).
Dear green pseudo Tupperware,
It is so difficult to call you by your full name, you know? I was helpless and that was when I met you. It was a short meet but it was worth it. I met you in Gurunath and, you were small just like me. In the beginning, I didn’t care much of the consequences of consuming water in a plastic bottle. Eventually, I became mature and decided to not pour hot water into a plastic bottle. Sorry for hurting you a lot those days. I think you were happier about me getting over you than the other way around. Anyways, I couldn’t see you around after that and, that was when I knew I lost you.
Dear Red glass beauty,
Do you know what happens when you see a bottle that is beautiful and cute at the same time? You fall in love with it. That is what happened to me with you, Red Beauty. I tried my best to take utmost care of you. One day, I just left you carelessly in Y-Hall after the English class. You should have known with my record that I’m not the best at taking care of bottles. But, someone else had taken you far away from the class by the time I came back to find you. I’m glad I got to spend some time with you, though. I’m sorry for leaving you without a proper goodbye. It wasn’t intentional, I swear.
Dear Flasky boy,
I was introduced to you by my dear friend, flu. Later, you became my best friend as flu stuck by my side most of the days. But, I took you with me on days I didn’t have flu as well. It wasn’t like I was cheating on flu because you are my best buddy. Let me tell you I’m privileged that you are in my life. You are a saviour during my times of drought and, you always make sure I prevent flu from lashing out. Please fix that leak of yours soon as it gets me paranoid if the water will spoil my bag, Flasky. Despite your flaws, I will always come to you when I’m hit by despair.
Love,
Mary Jeana
Note: Well, if you’ve not guessed it already, this is a parody of ‘To all the boys I’ve loved before’. A cringe-worthy read but I miss my bottles as I speak because it is a torture losing it and then buying a new one. It is just so much effort as getting a new crush maybe.
World of Jeana 