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This is my 392nd post on YourQuote. Out of them all, I cherish less than 15 because those are the ones where you replied with a thumbs up and in very rare cases, with a tacky throbbing red heart that resembles your butt. For the rest, the messages would read “seen” & I would crumble within. Damn, once again I didn’t make the cut! If I accused you of not reverting to them, your reply would be direct: Ass, you bored me in the very first line. Sprinkle, this word made me puke. Else, just a simple: eww.
At the YIF dinner last year, the dean had asked me: which teacher at YIF impacted my life the most? My list comprised of none of those stalwarts from across the world that fellows croon over every year. My entire fellowship was hazed with impressions of your sharp face & your sharper red strikethroughs on my drafts. Plots broken down to their rudiments, complete redrafts of whatever I wrote with language hogging the spotlight than the plot, clichés extracted like a decayed tooth and hurled out of the balcony, sentences scissored with the severity of a surgeon. My one-year at the YIF was not spent training in the liberal arts but in honing my skills as a writer under your ruthless supervision.
More than being my best friend, my confidante, my annoying little editor, my love, my soul-sister, I will always remember you as my teacher who taught me how it's not the pen that I have been holding but a magic wand. Someday, you will see me make magic with it. Until then, I just pray this letter doesn’t make you eww.
(Part of #JanuaryLetters where I am writing letters to those I love!)