tales of Suchita

Hi Radha,

I just wanted to apologize to you. I know my pranks have caused you a lot of heartache and even a suspension. If I say that that was not my intention, I’d be wrong. And if that makes you ask why I am then apologizing, it is simple. I am sorry that you are at the centre of my revenge plan. You were good to me. A little aloof, a little superior but you were always good to me you little piece of shit.

Sorry I didn’t mean to get upset. This is an apology letter, not one where I express my anger – that will be expressed in a different way and you’ll see it because you will be at the centre of it. Again I apologize that it has to be this way. It is just…how would Shakespeare put it…poetic justice. Oh but that is a concept you won’t understand; not until your reach grade nine…if you reach grade nine. HA-HA-HA

Writing this letter has made me realize something – I think I hate you just a little bit. Even though we were, are, whatever friends. Why else would I want your world to crash around your ears, eh? I think I know why I hate you so much. It’s because everyone simply assumes that I am dumb. They think just because my father beats me to discipline me, he has dislodged something in my head and so I must be stupid.

And they think you…you who is nothing more than a failure, is someone who needs to be celebrated, supported…encouraged. Boo-freaking-hoo. Nothing but guilt ridden horseshit.

And with you around, who would give me a second look, no? I am that dirty secret that gets brushed under the carpet. I am that discarded piece of cloth that is only used to wipe other people’s filth away. I am…

ENOUGH! I say enough is enough.

Ameen miss has taught us some important life lessons you know. Patience is one. Carpe diem is the second. And vision is third.

Do you know what carpe diem means you little fucker? You who is loved by his parents despite failing seventh grade? No? I’ll tell you what it means. It means seize the day.

I have exercised my patience – by being your friend I have exhausted my patience.

It is time now to carpe diem the crap out of my vision.

So my dear, precious Radha if you want to blame someone for my “delicate health” and my brain deficits, I’d suggest you blame Ameen miss. She’s the one who gave me the tools to exact revenge on my enemies.

Oh no, see I went on that rant again and forgot this is supposed to be an apology letter. HA-HA-HA

I am sorry Radha. With or without the rant, I am truly sorry.

But I am going to enjoy seeing you burn my little man.

I will enjoy my sweet revenge and for that I most sincerely apologize.

Until next time, watch where you sit and beware of who you call friends.

And though this letter was never posted since that had not been its purpose, it did serve to solidify the acute stress the thief’s brain was under.

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This is the twelfth post in the series. To know more about Radha, click here.