Dear Backache.

You’ve been around for the last few hours. If you don’t leave anytime soon, I will die and then there will be no back for you to come-back to. Why don’t you leave for now and resurface later?

Hurt,

Insi.

Dear Facebook.

I miss you and the many pages and features you had. It’s not the same with proxies. You’re like the pehlaa pyaar that I’d never forget. You had me at login…

Le sigh,

Insi.

Dear MacBook Pro.

At 6:37PM – both my ride’s are trying to rush out of work so I could get to you in time. The best part is, I already know you’re worth it. <3

Dear Tang.

thanksthanksthanks – I am on a sugar-water high because of you – and gladly chugging a liter of you on a daily basis! You’re my #1 summer hydrater! <3

Love,

Insi.

Dear Gmail.

It’s been close to 11-hours that you’ve been reminding me that I am “currently using 6912 MB (92%) of your 7458 MB.”

I thought you were a heart that loved more and more with every passing second. That space was an oxymoron to you. 

I thought I will never see this day. Alas! You broke my heart. You’re no different then the rest… </3

Heart-broken,

Insi.

Dear Ammi.

I love it when you call me for a gossip-session when I am at work and despite obvious hints that I gotta go and do some work, you refuse to hang-up. <3

Love,

Insi.

P.S. I left home just an hour ago and we had b’fast together and I bet you weren’t this talkative then! Hehe. I will take care of everything and some more, dontcha worry bout’ a thing. {hugs.}

Dear 13-inch MacBook Pro.

Your specs sound delicious. My washed-hands can’t wait to hold you! <3

Dear Workplace.

Thankyou for allowing the close-up (toothpaste) people to walk-in our office and handover free samples.

So what if you haven’t given us an appraisal in over 2 years – as long as you’re gonna provide free groceries to us.

Love, Insi.

P.S. Could you please add cat-food, tampons and rice to that list of free-giveaways? In that order. Thanks!

Dear Right Side of the Bed.

I would like to get off from you, every single morning. If there is anything as bed-high – it’s prolly what I feel right now.

Love, Insi.