Alphabet Soup

I have lost them--
I never used any, so it's not that great a loss--
But I have lost them all,
And it bothers me--
Nobody believes I have OCD, but I do, about words--
To have lost all those words
That I was keeping for you.

I have lost you, too--
Are you happy? Will you stop calling me, please?--
But that hurts rather less;
You were honestly lost--
Are you getting married soon-ish? Will you invite me?--
But those words still
Rattle around my mind.

I have lost the meaning--
The coherence, as it were, the very sense of them--
But the letters themselves,
In strange combinations--
A phrase, a query that must once have had meaning--
Recall their old selves
And mine so safely lost.

A Suitable Boy

is deep, unstinted love, even on a partial re-reading.

I love Mrs. Rupa Mehra. I love Savita. I love Pran.

I love Veena. I love Kedarnath. I love Bhaskar the math-genius.

I love the Chatterjis. I love Amit.

I love Kabir.

I even love Lata, though I do not empathise with her. This is mostly because I do not like Haresh very much, admittedly.

I love Mahesh Kapoor. I love Mrs. Mahesh Kapoor.

I love Nawab Sahib. I like Imtiaz.

I am a little creeped out by the Raja of Marh. I am also slightly sorry for the Rajkumar of Marh. (unless he's the chap who attacks Maan/Firoz, in which case bad puppy! no biscuit!)

I love Firoz/Maan/Saeeda.

I would very much like to read fic. So far I have found this, which is amazing, but, y'know, more, please? I'm a veritable Oliver Twist, except scary.