e-BILLET DOUX
by
Tirumal Mundargi
He traced her web location bribing her best friend, her roommate, and verified her e-mail address. He shredded his heart out on a notepad, spiced it with the best of the similes: mostly
from the floral kingdom, and most suitable of the metaphors: mainly from the Mother Nature's bounties. He mixed everything thoroughly, so he had the blushing piece ready. Only then he sat in front of his computer, warily tapping the keyboard. He unburdened his mind off that month-old backlog, and when he finally pressed the 'send' button, his amorous zeroes and ones attained various electrical and optical forms, passed through copper, glass and the void. Finally she fetched it in its purest form, like one fetches the water from a virgin mountain spring. She savored it, and keyed back her own version, so effortlessly, so gracefully. He got the new mail, but he didn't read it.
Bio: I live in Bangalore and work near here. My stories can be found in Long Story Short, Boston Literary Magazine, Gowanus, Niteblade, Postcards from,Thieves Jargon, Diddledog, The Shine Journal , Pequin.Microhorror, 50 to 1, Elimae, Wigleaf and Flashshot. A flash of mine will be included in the Best of Boston Chapbook.
Motivation: One of my friends wrote a love letter to a girl thinking she loved him. Somebody told him she loved somebody else. He got a reply but didn't read it, fearing the obvious. I've only digitalized something that had happened during my college days.
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