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Long long ago, when Ponds was the only cold cream we knew of and being gay meant being blissful, humans used to write letters. Real heartfelt and soulful letters and their purpose was to make the addressee , mind you not the receiver, swoon with delight and write a similar letter in return. The sort of letters that lead to over pumping of heart and the brain indeed feels dizzy without any shot of alcohol. The sort of letters that make one forget the end result of this much sought after affair- dirty nappies and harrowing nursery admission interviews. Mr.Letter Writer was perhaps a hormone stuck young man, who had the sense to involve a few emotions in his envelope bound creation because he kind of knew the brain structure of the opposite sex or simply put, he had spent 26 years with his mother. Miss Letter Writer was in definite awe of him and whatever he wrote, was destined to be treated as King Solomon's treasure. Years later, when the loo flap was still up and loo organ increasi...