Author: Jaya

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Shweta Ganesh Kumar.

The letter is addressed to The Sorting Hat, a sapient artefact used at Hogwarts (Harry Potter).

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The Letter

Dear Sorting Hat,

Where have you been all my life?

The first time I saw you sit on those first-years heads as they nervously entered the Hogwarts dining hall, I knew that it was you that I had been looking for all my life.

The way your face lights up when you guide first years to their destiny by understanding the houses that they will do the best in.

The way you accepted Harry’s wishes to be in Gryffindor and not in Slytherin. The way you can read a person’s mind and understand what makes them tick.

I’ll never forget the way you helped Harry with the sword of Godric Gryffindor as he faced Tom Riddle in the chamber of secrets.

And the way you sung to the students urging them to stay united in times of mortal peril will always echo in my mind’s ear.

Dearest Sorting Hat, this Valentine’s day, almost 14 years since I first read of you, I want to declare to the world that I love you.

I shall always wait for the day that you retire from Hogwarts, for what I wouldn’t give to have you in my life, telling me of what my deepest desires are even before I truly understand them myself, guiding me on the right path and telling me to stand up for what’s right.

With much love always,
Shweta

End of the Letter

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About the Character: The Sorting Hat is a sapient artefact used at Hogwarts, which magically determines to which of the four schoolhouses — Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin — each new student is to be assigned. During the opening banquet at the beginning of the school year, the hat is placed on every First-Year student’s head. The hat will announce its choice aloud, and the student joins the selected house. Judging from Harry’s own account of his Sorting, and a brief comment made by Hermione in the 5th book (where she says that the hat almost sent her to Ravenclaw), the hat speaks to the student while they’re being sorted and is willing to take the student’s preferences into account when it makes its decision. However, sometimes, he does not have the need to do so: for instance, the hat barely touched Draco Malfoy’s head before sending him to Slytherin. The Sorting Hat had a difficult time placing Harry, almost placing him into Slytherin house before he requested specifically and emphatically not to be. The Hat instead placed him into Gryffindor, the house of his father.

The Sorting Hat originally belonged to Godric Gryffindor, one of the four founders of Hogwarts. The four founders used to hand-pick the students that would go in their houses, but then realized that someone else would have to do it after they died, so Gryffindor took off his hat and let it choose, and it worked. Since then, the sorting hat was always used to choose which house the students are put in. Due to its age, it appears “patched and frayed and extremely dirty.” Before sorting the students each year, the hat recites a new introductory song. These songs occasionally warn of danger to come, as in Order of the Phoenix. The Sorting Hat’s songs vary in length and content, but always include a brief description of each house.

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How did you like Shweta’s rather unusual love for The Sorting Hat. 🙂

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Sanket.

The letter is addressed to Hasini, the character played by Genelia Desouza in the Telgu movie ” Bommarillu”.

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The Letter

Dear Hasini,

If there one thing that made me more human, my life more alive and charming then that thing should be you, sweetheart!! You taught me the real meaning of Innocence, real meaning of smile, real meaning of cuteness.

Before meeting you in Bommarillu, I had emotions in my life but their real meaning, their depth is understood only after meeting you, only after relating those emotions with you. Before meeting you I had colors in my life but I started recognizing them by correlating them with the colors of dresses. Hasini, you made me more human, more delicate…no wonder I am in Love with You !!

You look so innocent when you just come outside the bathroom after the bath. The freshness of your aura is palpable in the air. The sky blue color top, white towel at your hairs, little water drops thinning out on your chicks, you look gorgeous sweetheart!! The water drops falling of your hairs are so precious but you don’t care an ounce for them, I extent my hand to catch them but Alas !! My hands could only reach screen of my laptop. You made me understand the meaning of innocence and the magic of sky blue color.

Then comes choosing the dress for the college, sweetly you ask which dress – Green or Blue…He says Green and naughtily you chose Blue…at that moment I wanted to hold your hand say , “ Please, ware green for me today! Please, please…” Alas !! My words didn’t reach to you through the laptop screen.

You look ravishing in white dress. You wore that when you went for shopping to Sultan Buzzar on that day. Thousand times you said, “Everybody says I look like an Angel in the white!” I knew that you expecting him to say the same at least once. Let me tell you sweetheart you are Angel for me with or without the White dresses because White is symbol of purity and I know how pure and innocent you are. You are my Angel. I now recognize the White only by correlating it to your dress and imagining you like an Angel!!

You remember….on that day when you were bunking the lectures to come to meet him and the college Principal caught you. The mix of emotions on your face – Fear, anxiety, shock and regret for not meeting him was palpable. He missed seeing you in light green top and dark green long skirt. The green color never appeared more beautiful to me before and after that moment and I always remember the green in correlation with your expressions after being caught.

He was so angry when you called him for an Ice-cream at the midnight. Actually, you never called him, you only told him that you are going alone to eat the ice-cream at midnight and this poor guy was so scared that he came to see you right at the midnight on that day. I still remember the dark blue dress you wore on that night. I was eagerly waiting for one bite of ice-cream fed through your hands and you know I almost touched my nose to the laptop screen but still I couldn’t had that bite from your hands. Since that moment, I eat the Ice-cream in your memory only.

You look more beautiful when you are scared. I know these are not of the moments you enjoy but seeing you fearful or scared is a bit different experience. You remember on that day when his father shouted on you and you had no idea what to do…you were shocked and scared ….at that moment I wanted to hold you into my arms and tell you don’t worry, everything would be fine. You looked mesmerizing in that light purple top. Since then the purple is remembered only in correlation with your scary emotions.

I still remember the day when he scolded you for sharing all secrets (between you and him) with your friends. I thought to myself how can someone even think of shouting at you? Your sad face could not go left my memories for hours and days together. You wore Orange on that day…since then I don’t like Orange…It reminds me your sad face and tears into your eyes and I can’t tolerate that…not even for a moment.

But Hasini, these were the moments when I was only mesmerized with your beauty and innocence, it was only attraction. I am an Aquarian and it is difficult to hold Aquarians for long time only with mesmerizing beauty. The intellectual astuteness in girls attract and appeal more to them than mere physical beauty.

Hasini, the real realization of the love came when you refused to change your natural behavior for the sake of others and you went to the extent of leaving him. After realizing that he no more enjoys your continuous chattering, he never calls for telling sweet things on phone, you decided to leave him and this attitude made me fall in love with you. You knew who you are and more importantly you knew who you would not want to be. You knew that no one, not even your father would stand by you after all this but then also you moved ahead with your courageous decision to leave him. You realized you are more beautiful in your natural behavior and you are not hypocrite who would refrain her true feeling, you can’t be one person inside and other person outside.

You are the one sweetheart…this gesture and the logic was more enticing than the smile on your lips and depth of beautiful eyes…and at that moment, Hasini…. this true Aquarian felt in love with you…..

Let me tell you this sweetheart….I am in total love with you…and love is so pure, so beautiful and more importantly it is without conditions….it is just there…always…hence I don’t have any expectations from you but I just want to ponder over some things…

Dear Hasini,

Haven’t you listened to the whispering words “I love you!” when I never said them? Haven’t you smiled at yourself after that and said , “ Pagal ! Kuch bhi sochti rahti hain !!”

Don’t tell me that you haven’t seen the love in my sparkling eyes every time we met?

Don’t tell me that you haven’t you felt the love when I first time unknowingly touched your hands? Why you pulled them quickly just when I wanted to hold them tighter?

Haven’t you felt the love in my warm tears when you were leaving to home for a week and I came to drop you at the station?

Haven’t you smelled the love in the White flowers I gave on that day? Weren’t you expecting the Red Flowers? I left wondering why you were not that happy seeing those White flowers, now I understand the significance of Red.

Haven’t you tested the love in the ‘Khichadi’ I cooked for you? Weren’t you expecting me to feed you bite by bite, looking straight into your eyes?

This just can’t happen that you never felt it or you never wondered is there really something between us!! This is simply not possible…

I know ….it was always there…and don’t worry it will be always there for you….Just take your time to express it to me….don’t lose your innocence in doing so otherwise I would feel guilty of hurting you…

I just somehow know that you love me and if you did not then this letter would surely make you fall in love with me…..I am writing this letter to just let you know why & how I felt in love with you….and why I want to spend rest of the life with you….because I know when I tell you that….you will just think about those moments….smile at yourself….laugh at yourself and would finally say, “Why did you take so much time in saying a simple thing? Do you enjoy seeing me like this, waiting for you to say this? You made me fall in Love with you, I Love You!”…
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P.S. – Its 5.01 am in the morning and my dream has just shaken with realities but they say dreams at the dawn become reality….I Love you…Hasini…in my dreams which I see with open eyes….

End of the Letter

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About the character: I am in love with Hasini – this is the character played by sweet Genelia Desouza in the Telgu movie ” Bommarillu”.

I felt an intimate connection with Hasini because this character represents some of the rare qualities I am looking in my life partner.

At every incident in the movie, I felt connected with the Hasini. In every scene, I imagined myself instead of Siddhu ( Lead Actor) in the film. This letter is result of structured observation of the qualities of the character which ultimately made me fall in love with Hasini and Genelia. This letter is an outcome of the emotions Hasini was able to generate into my mind as I watched the movie.

This character Hasini defines the fundamental human emotions such as Innocence, Humor, Anger, Fear, Love, Care in the best way possible. My real sweetheart may not be as cute as Genelia but the characters and charm of the spontaneous character should be part of her personality.

The different facets of the character unfold as the movie progresses and I come to know behind a seemingly childish character lies a matured thinking women. This unusual combination of the character – Beauty with Intelligence and Innocence with Maturity made me fall in love with Hasini. I want these qualities in my life partner hence I got easily connected with the character in the film.

So, when I first time heard of this contest, within no time I grabbed this opportunity to express my love to Hasini…and here I am still writing at 4.56 am in the morning, almost for last 7 hours, crafting each word of this beautiful love letter…isn’t this passion for my love towards Hasini??

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How did you like Sanket’s passionate love for Hasini? 🙂

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Sweta Lal.

The letter is addressed to Noah, the protagonist of the Novel “The Notebook”.

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The Letter

Dearest Noah,

I can tell you the silliest of things and still not feel stupid at the end of the day.
You make me feel special and loved every second.
I am just so happy and blessed to have an angel like you.

The reason it hurts so much to say “Goodbye” is that our souls are connected.

I say this because you cannot see we have already made our commitment to each other forever.

I ask you, “Who are you”

You are not the one I know

Thy identity is more than what you let me see

We are there for each other forever and that is an unconscious promise we have made. When I can reach out to you beyond the natural and see things, which you want me to, it goes beyond the laws of nature. You can take me to all the places you want me to. When we are beyond it, there is nothing, which can make our souls below that.

That is not you and me its “US”.

Finding a perfect mate like you had never been so easy and that makes it all the more unbelievable…

I had come through so many words as hollow as the sea shells; with the sea shore nearby washing away all my dreams before you came in my life.

Never had I imagined that I would say this one day to someone.
It had to be someone as special as you to make my promises to;

Words will fade away, thoughts forgotten.

Our bodies will perish, promises abandoned,
the only survivor through the days to come will be Our Soul…

So this very moment as I Vow…
Let no Words, no Promises… no Feelings distract me…

“Let the Spirit of our Friendship cherish the moments of eternity”

Forever yours Sweta…

End of the Letter

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About the Novel

“The Notebook is a 1996 American romantic novel by American novelist Nicholas Sparks. The novel was later adapted into a popular romance film by the same name in 2004. However, the movie and the book have very different endings.

The Notebook was inspired by the story of the grandparents of Sparks’ wife, who had been married over sixty years when Sparks met them. Sparks marveled at how much the couple cared for each other, and wrote his novel as an attempt to describe such a love.

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How did you like Sweta’s expression of love for Noah? 🙂

Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Kaycee.

The letter is addressed to the character played by Julia Roberts in the movie “Pretty Woman”.

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The Letter

dear Julia,

I wish I had not met you at all.It is our destiny that made us meet .In my work ,I meet plenty of girls but what is it that I found in you that i have not seen in others.

Definitely not your beauty.You are beautiful of course, but that is not what attracted me to you. Your Talk ,no.Well, now I know, it is you inner beauty. beauty of your heart.You were in a cheap profession but you are not cheap.You had your own personality.You were not for money .When Gere offered you money ,you did not accept it because you knew that you had not earned that money.In this bad bad world, who else will behave the way you did.I fell in love with you when you did not touch the money.At that moment I knew that you were a woman of substance, a woman with a heart of gold.

You looked graceful in the new dresses that you bought.That you are a woman of substance was again demonstrated when In the last scene,Richard Gere comes to your apartment in search of you and not vice versa. Your smile is powerful.The lobby manager in the hotel and the liftman were your admirers even though they knew your background.

That speaks volumes to you earthly behavior. Hats off to you. Valentine,s day is round the corner. I could not help placing my thoughts about you at this time.I love you,Julia.

Kaycee

End of the Letter

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Pothi.com’s note

There is a technical issue with the letter. He has mentioned the name of actors, when the name of the characters should have been mentioned. But since the intent was to address the characters themselves, we have put up the letter.

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Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Ayaz Lakdawala.

The letter is addressed to Lucy Mannette from “A Tale of Two Cities”.

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The Letter

Dear Lucy,

Just wanted to let you know that I have never come across somebody as sweet as you from all the stories that I’ve heard or read. When I first read about you, I was struck by your innocent charm and soft and kind demeanor. You remind me of Snowhite, Cindrella, and Rapunzel. When you wept for Charles when he was sentenced to die, I empathized with you. I could almost feel the pain that you felt as you sat helplessly on the park bench and sobbed uncontrollably for the inevitable. Your persona mesmerized Carton so much that he gave his very life for you, his one and only true love. I loved Carton’s intense love for you that made him attain nobility by sacrificing his life. Lucy, the aura of your love captivated somebody to such as extent that he could even give his life for you. I simply adore you for that. It goes without saying and there are no two ways about it that I am truly, sincerely, and most deeply in love with you. All I want to ask for this Valentine’s Day is for you to make my day. Will you be my Valentine?

With Love,
Ayaz

End of the Letter

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About the character: The fictional character to whom this love letter is being written is Lucy Mannette, the beautiful daughter of Dr. Mannette from the literature classic, A Tale of Two Cities. Lucy is the quintessential English beauty, a fine young lady who has a heart of gold. She is the object of desire of two fine suitors, Charles Darnay, an aristocratic, and Sidney Carton, an English Lawyer. Lucy evokes great sympathy when her husband Charles Darnay is falsely implicated and sentenced to die. She also inspires the other hero, Sidney Carton, who gives the supreme sacrifice by taking Charles’s place and giving his life for their happiness. She embodies the feeling of intense love in her beautiful, innocent, and tender character.

Name of the book and an overview of the story: A Tale of Two Cities is a classic by Charles Dickens in English literature. The story is set in the 16th Century France in the backdrop of the French revolution. It revolves around the two cites, France and London. Charles Darnay belongs to the aristocratic family of Everemonde. He falls in love with Lucy, the beautiful daughter of Dr. Mannete. However, Charles is implicated in a false trial when he visits France from London. Just at the time, the revolution begins and Charles is sentenced to die on the guillotine. Then comes the most intense and noble character of Sidney Carton, who is an eminent English Lawyer. Sidney too had been attracted to Lucy but before he could have professed his undying love for her, she had got married to Charles. Sidney Carton bears a close resemblance to Charles Darnay and he takes up Charles’s case. The only way he can save Charles is by taking his place and going to the guillotine. After seeing the sad and despairing Lucy, he decides to sacrifice his life for his true love and cleverly takes the place of her husband Charles in the Bastilles, the castle prison. He gives his life for her and goes to the guillotine in the place of Charles Darnay. A true tale of love, sacrifice, and nobility.

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Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Prasad Mahajan.

The letter is addressed to Scarlett O’Hara, the protagonist of “Gone With the Wind”.

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The Letter

Dear Scarlet O’Hara,

I do not mind sharing with you that I have had my share of women in the 22 years of life I have lived. I mean, I had few crushes, few had a crush on me, I proposed some, some proposed me, some rejected me, I rejected some. But none of them was as fascinating, charming, real or practical as you.

Scarlet, apart from your obvious charm, I like the way you conduct your whole life, like a businesswoman, a very hard headed corporate executive. You are indifferent to the usual mundaneness of life. You are nonchalant in a very turbulent, troubled way. You get bored at parties. But why do have to contemplate whether to belch or not in a party? Considering the woman you are, why do you give a shit anyway?

I would admit that I am fascinated by not only the coquettish girl you are, but also by the character you’ve gradually evolved into as your life progressed. Do I want to marry you? Hell, no. You would leave me if you get another good business proposition. And you know what; I would also do the same. So, you see, we are not apposite for each other. So let’s keep it simple. I have a crush on you, kind of a little crush kids have in school. And we will leave matters at that.

Well, I am also mesmerized how you could twist, bend, and modify yourself to protect your dear ones. I mean you do not have an agenda except for saving your own life and that of your dear ones. And you are ready to pay whatever price it takes. How much more practical one can get? Much appreciated.

But when you are this practical, why don’t you admit that you are a straightforward business minded woman? Why disguise? Why hide who you are? Why trick gullible men? You could have them anyway with your charm and wits? That way, you are little twisted. And that’s the only thing I do not like about you.

It’s pretty amazing to observe how fast you got translated from me pretty little girl to a woman who shoulders family responsibilities. In a strange way, the way you change yourself reminds me of the speed of Mumbai local. Come to Mumbai sometime, Scarlet. You would love this amazingly electric city. This city is made for people like you. This city is full of people who are driven by absolute self interest, people who have never seen face of self-denial, people who make hard choices knowing the consequences, never regretting the past however bitter the past might be, and arrogantly audacious for the future; like you are. They are kind of narcissist like you, you know. Let me know when you are around. We can go for a drink or something. I hear you like premium scotch.

Thanks and regards,
Prasad Mahajan

P.S.: Frankly, my dear, I do not give a damn if you do not reply to this letter.

End of the letter

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Hope you have checked out our Write Your Love Contest. If not, do so now. Here is the entry from Neelam Chandra.

The letter is addressed to Ethan (from movie Guzaarish). Ethan is a paraplegic who files mercy petition for Euthanasia. He had been a famous magician once upon a time.

This letter is being written at a stage when he has just filed his petition for euthanasia.

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The Letter

Ethan, I love you. I think you are going to have a hearty laugh as I bare out my heart in front of you. But I just can’t help it. Love is like this only – pure, naive and simple. It does not understand any boundaries.

Ethan, you may think that I am someone from your past – just like Estella. But I am not. Neither do I love you for being a famous magician. That simply does not matter. I love you for your zest for life. I love you for your enthusiasm. I love you because you make so many people smile. And I think bringing a smile on someone’s lips is one of the most wonderful tasks which a living mortal can execute.

Ethan, I have been hearing you on Radio Zindagi since quite some time. I still remember how it all started. One of my friends had had a heart break. Her whole world seemed to have come tumbling down. She had been going steady with this boy friend of hers since more than five years. One day he simply came and told her, “Sona, I must apologize to you. I do not love you, but love your colleague instead.” She was heartbroken and felt that life was not worth living. She had taken out a razor and had thought of cutting her veins. Suddenly, she heard your programme on Radio Zindagi and connected to you. You not only made her ward off such thoughts; you also made her live her life to the fullest. She was the one who had introduced your program to me and since then I have been listening to all your programmes.
I sometimes feel that this nurse of yours, Sophie, is in love with you too and my heart is pink with envy. I think you belong to me exclusively and I am not able to bear the thought that you spend most of her time with her. I feel a strange chemistry between you two, even on the radio. That hurts me. Ethan, you belong to me. Please, please don’t love anyone else.

You may ask me what I shall get from you. After all you are a paraplegic. But do we love someone only for the sake of getting something? Can someone not love a person just like that? I don’t want anything from you. Nothing interests me so much as your thought, your contemplation and your reflection. May be, it is a platonic love!

Ethan, it is true that I have not met you as yet. I had seen you speed by in a car through my window when you were going to the court for your petition of euthanasia. I don’t know how I missed meeting you. Had I known, I would have asked someone to carry me to the court.

Coming to your petition of euthanasia, I don’t think I agree with you. With so many loving friends around you, you should not do it. How heartbroken will they be? I can understand your pain. I know the aches, anguish and agony you have to go through. But your suicide (I call it so) will have a sad, lingering and cascading effect on many of your fans like me. Did I mention I am also a paraplegic like you? I think not. Ethan, I do not even have someone like Sophie to take care of me. It is a struggle at every step for me and my mother who is eighty years old now. But then, one has to live on. After all, if there is life, there has to be some mission.

Ethan, you were the one who used to give me the zeal and enthusiasm to carry on. But don’t worry. The zest for life which you have got imbedded in me shall stay even if you leave this earth. I shall continue to live and be a support for the hundreds of paraplegic persons by writing for them. (I think I told you that I am a writer). After all, the ardour and passion to live begun by you has to continue. I love you Ethan for imparting me that fervour.

End of the letter

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