Dear Mr. Me,
I write to you in hopes that this reaches you just as you are about to enter…
Aint gonna happen Bitch! I do not like or respect you that much to call you Dear or Mr you fat sob. Only if you toned down on gulping those cheese puffs lying all day on that cozy rolling chair, I would have been much better off now! Do you know how hard it is to get the veins in your arms to pop up? I bet not! With those bulletproof vest like blubber and glutes all over, it was a wonder how the nurses managed to find your veins to pump you full of oxy after that accident! And that too would not have happened if you just listened to mum and showed mercy on those brownies! Now now, I can see your eyes tearing up. After all, I am you and i know what ticks and what doesnt!
Man, I hope by now you understand this is you writing from the future.!This was supposed to be written for a silly contest. but, the way technology is progressing, I firmly believe this will reach your hands one day. Perhaps not the day I meant for it too, but still someday!
Sadly, You have to understand one thing, the grandfather paradox has not been solved yet, mate. So, I have to be a little reserved and not hand you down the names of the cryptocurrencies like Bitcoin and Ethereum, which will be worth 33k and, 1.2k USD in just the first weeks of January 2021. So I will not tell you the names of bitcoin and etherium ;) and any such thing! Because if I do, there is a fair chance the universe might get wiped away out of existence. Or it might be just you, I do not know! Shut up! It's a paradox!
And, where was I? Yes, in hopes that this reaches you when you are about to enter her room for the first time ever. Our lovely teacher, Miss Sumaiya. These Sumaiyas will be our doom, you know. You are about to enter one's room. You'll find one in college, and then another one in Your Uni. Ah, Pretty Sumaiyas! I digress! So, when you open the door and find it to be full of the freshest aroma of lavender, don’t smell it mate. Shut your nostrils like your life depends on it, take your hand away from the doorknob, turn back, get to your desk, finish Lilua Batash while Pobitro Sir rants on with the most boring class of your life, and never ever daydream about her ever again. That’s a trap! because if you don’t enter that room, and not hand her that Chirkut in between the sheets expressing your love, you'll live a far healthier life mate.
Karma bites hard you know! So you have to let go! Shhh! I know I know, this is the first time you have ever felt this way, and it was love at first sight and all that. Believe me, while I say this, all of the Sumaiyas will be your love at first sight and, you'll feel exactly like how you have been feeling for the past few days.
I wanted to tell you so much more, but I cant! I am no fool! I know this will never get to you. As the adrenaline of me getting to write to you to avert everything that went wrong with our life wears off, I now see it. See, if this ever reaches you and you somehow change everything, I will not get to here where I have met with some marvelous people oozing with greatness, and this letter will never be written. And if it is not written then you will not get to read it and we will be back to square one. With that chirkut between the pages of A Winter Morning Vab Shomprosharon. And all will be as it was! If it was possible, I would tell you to spend every moment you could spare with your sister in hopes that you will be able to save her. Still, it will not be as I want it to be. So, what will be the point then?
But, If it was possible, I would have written a million pages about everything! From the secrets of the universes to how you are the uncle of 17 amazing nephews and nieces! How every morning, like clockwork they Wake you up while you become their legendary horse of Genghis Khan! Who knows! That when I finish writing this and press post, I slowly get wiped away and, this never gets written! In any case, know that I am happy. I have not lived a miserable life or a grand one. I have just lived life! And so will you! And so, the burden of getting to explore the pages of your future and my past falls on you. Anything else will only take away your humanity! So cheers, mate! I have nothing special to give you while I say goodbye. Except for the fact that Ironman dies in the end. Yeah, serves you right, you fat fuck!😉