{"id":515,"date":"2011-02-14T11:54:45","date_gmt":"2011-02-14T06:24:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.pothi.com\/?p=515"},"modified":"2011-02-14T11:54:45","modified_gmt":"2011-02-14T06:24:45","slug":"entry-for-wyl-contest-letter-to-jennifer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/2011\/02\/14\/entry-for-wyl-contest-letter-to-jennifer\/","title":{"rendered":"Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Jennifer"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here is the entry from\u00a0Amar Agarwala <\/strong>for Write Your Love Contest<\/a>.
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The letter is addressed to Jennifer, the tragic heroine of the best-seller romantic book written by Eric Segal, called \u2013 Love Story.<\/p>\n

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The Letter<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hey Jenny,<\/p>\n

When you will be reading this letter, I know you will be in another world\u2026perhaps too far to even care. More so, for someone you never knew and may never ever know. Yet, a letter at your graveside would surprise you, for the dead receive no letters\u2026 perhaps a passing angel or a druid would be kind enough to carry its contents to wherever you are\u2026maybe you would at least read it, if only, just out of curiosity.<\/p>\n

I know how much you loved Oliver\u2026when you were alive; perhaps as much as he loves you now. Strange that divinity never gave you both a chance\u2026to be together always; or maybe it did, in painful memories and thoughts. Despite of his feelings for you, Oliver tries to search a new life for himself, for he is alive and therefore the need to make a life, if not living. When I read \u2018Love Story\u2019, I was visibly moved, for it touched the core of my heart. Then \u2018Oliver\u2019s Story\u2019 followed. The sequence distinctly mentioned right at its beginning \u2013 Death ends a life but not a relationship, which carried on in the mind of the survivor towards a resolution it may never find. How true? Did Oliver really carry on the relationship? If he did, then what made him look for other relationships\u2026what made him reach out for someone who would match you, at least in some qualities. Ironical really\u2026but then it happens to the living\u2026 who never really give up the zest for life. Just as Oliver is doing; nothing wrong with that except that somewhere he is not really true to all what he shared with you. His affairs or flings if I may call them, are an assault to the tender love you had shared with him. As they are to me\u2026 I would rather he spent his life finding resolutions to all what you had shared with him. Guess\u2026not many I know of would find that even remotely appealing.<\/p>\n

You must be wondering what the hell I am getting at? What does this guy want of someone who has been dead a long while? Don\u2019t people look for the living to fall in love with, it is natural and normal too. But the little that I know of love is that it seeks nothing in return \u2013 it is what makes it so pure so perfect and so near to being divine. Did you think that I was some jerk, making a crude joke out of it all? Well! The answer is in the negative. I am no jerk; I am the normal kind of guy you find in a class-room at the college, waiting for the bus at the stop, buying a pizza for dinner after a movie or maybe just watching television out of sheer boredom at home. You could be wondering if that has made me crazy\u2026! I don\u2019t think so but I guess if you fall in love with a dead woman, you\u2019d be called just that.
\nHonestly, it does not matter as to what people would think or anyone for that matter \u2013 at least I am honest to admit a fact which I believe is true.<\/p>\n

Jenny, I know that you can not offer me anything any longer… at least things which are normally sought for in love. All that you could give and share is long done and gone\u2026 moments which were just Oliver\u2019s. I do not even seek any part of it, nor of your thoughts he harbors in his pensive moments. For love is not a piece of cake one shares sitting together; it is not an afternoon spent, sharing tender moments away from the world and perhaps not even sitting close to one another speaking in whispers. There is more to it\u2026than just that. Perhaps the silence of the cemetery where you are buried, maybe the greenery of the wild shrubs near your graveside, or could be the dry leaves caressing your gravestone in the breeze\u2026 they sing a song. For I can hear them, as they seem to relate your story, which I just want to sit beside and listen to\u2026 because it would make me feel closer to the brown bosom of the earth where you lay inert in cold, silent darkness.<\/p>\n

And what then\u2026it makes you wonder? Nothing\u2026to begin I want nothing of you except a small right\u2026the right to love you as I want to\u2026from wherever I am\u2026and wherever you are! I must admit that I feel strange writing to you the most misused four lettered word in the history of mankind. Yet, I know of no other adjective to best express my dormant thoughts… thoughts which are yours. Yes, I do seek that you read this letter till the end\u2026 for I am prepared to wait a lifetime or whatever it takes to meet you. Maybe at another time and place, where we could be together\u2026 where you could feel for me like I do\u2026even if you don\u2019t it will not matter. It is also likely that we may never meet in succeeding lifetimes\u2026but it would not erase my feelings for you. I know all what is loved and shared is never lost\u2026and my thoughts for you will remain etched in eternity. For loving you is my prerogative; as much as I do is again my prerogative; and loving you forever a passion I am imbued with\u2026possible that it borders on insanity. Nothing strange about that, people who have loved intensely in this world have often been labeled that by lesser mortals. Fair enough\u2026yet, it does not take away the candidness of this most wonderful thought called \u2018love\u2019.<\/p>\n

There is nothing else I can offer as a homage to your graveside along with this letter and the wild orchids\u2026hope you like them, for they carry untold feelings, tender thoughts which I know will bring some light to the darkness you are engulfed with. If the fragrance of the words in this letter bring a smile to your face, it will be enough for me.. for that is all I seek of you. All I will ever seek!<\/p>\n

If not yours\u2026no one else\u2019s
\nAnd if yours\u2026then only yours\u2026always\u2026till eternity.<\/p>\n

Amar<\/p>\n

End of the Letter<\/strong><\/p>\n

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About the character<\/strong>: Jennifer is the tragic heroine of the best-seller romantic book written by Eric Segal, called \u2013 Love Story. It was later made into a movie which was an all time hit. Jenny, pet name of Jennifer dies of cancer when the story ends. The book was followed by a sequel called – Oliver\u2019s Story, where Oliver, Jenny\u2019s husband tries to come to term with his life after the tragic exit of Jenny from his life.<\/p>\n

This letter is for Jennifer\u2026 to be posted at her graveside with a bunch of wild mauve colored orchids, soon after her death somewhere in the middle of the sequel\u2026mentioned above.<\/p>\n

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It is a presumption that the soul of Jennifer reads the letter…delivered to her by an astral body like an angel or a fairy which happened to pass her graveside one summer evening.<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Here is the entry from\u00a0Amar Agarwala for Write Your Love Contest. The letter is addressed to Jennifer, the tragic heroine of the best-seller romantic book written by Eric Segal, called \u2013 Love Story. — The Letter Hey Jenny, When you will be reading this letter, I know you will be in another world\u2026perhaps too far … Continue reading “Entry for WYL Contest: Letter to Jennifer”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[10],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7vAZr-8j","jetpack-related-posts":[],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=515"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/515\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=515"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=515"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pothi.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=515"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}