Dear Neighbor
I the undersigned am hoping that this letter reaches you at the best of your health and best of your mood. Best of your mood probably because, I have not seen that in you all the time I have been in front of you. I write this letter because I know that the relationship between us both neighbors is strained and not in best of terms, and I heard everyone makes resolution for the same, so I have one of my own.
Before explaining my complex resolution I want to thank you for acknowledging this letter and reading it till here, and hope you read till the end. I also want to warn you that I am not blessed with too much of literary skills and might waver from point to point, because I want this letter to be very informal.
Ok Let us come back to the sardonic Resolutions. I heard from my house owner, that resolutions are always meant to be broken. I thought to myself, why on earth are human beings so weird? But I decided I will have one of my own and will see to it that I fulfill the same with flying colors. I want to thank you for inspiring me to have a resolution.
The resolution is to improve our relationship and have a benevolent neighborhood. Neighbors cannot afford to be in cold war all the time. I have had this thought from the beginning that something inside you always hates me or loathes at my behavior or is it jealousy? And if you intend to reply, I would love to hear from you the reasons on the same. I know what is going on your mind and I can sense the frown through radioactive waves even here. I know you would ask for justification as all of your kinds do. SO here it goes.
I come for a morning stroll, and I see you leave for your work early, probably in a hurry or worry of going to miss something. You are still dangling out your bag, and trying to fix things inside the food carrier, which smells yum, that is trying to get inside. I am extremely good at picking smell you see. I observe that your shoe laces are untied, and I try to tell you politely, and you give a snarling look to freak my helter shelter in the morning. I worry, on how many times you might have had a fall. All I get for my good intention is a nasty little stare.
The next time I see you in the day is when you come back from work, I am excited with the darkness after the dull day, and revel in the cheer of my house mates of coming back, at the verandah. I see the little snobbish smile in you as well, and I greet you and welcome with you and you gave me that snarling look again making me contemplate of something severely wrong that I would have done to get the treatment from you.
At the night, Yes I knew I was too loud sometimes, but wouldn’t you like a sound sleep for the rest of your life than suffer a minor 1 minute delay in sleep ? Because All I do is just ensure that all things are safe and sound and no one takes the street for granted.
I remember, when you were almost about to get me beaten up when All I was trying was to help your mom from stamping the dirt behind her. I take complete responsibility of leaving my dirt there, but was genuinely trying to help your mother, when she walked ahead, but you thought I had malicious intention and scared the hell out of me. Trust me the whole evening I waited for you both to come back so that I can ask for forgiveness, and when I saw you coming, I couldn’t utter a word, because I heard you giving “inspiring comments” about my behavior. I wailed the whole night. You wont remember, but I did not utter a single word the whole night
You were away for 3 weeks, and I missed you. Although there were many instances, that I would have been loud and nasty, but the whole street was happy, and no one really complained, there were no estranged personals, no hawkers, no frills no brawls.
Trust me I hate brawls. Oh that reminds me of a brawl that happened in the street. I know both were intoxicated, and you thought I was too loud in the brawl and assumed I was part of the brawl, where as all I was trying to do was to scare them away for rest of you to live peacefully. I was successful, but failed in your eyes again.
Yes I remember on two days of the week, sorry I don’t know which days fall when, but two days when you try to sleep at a weird noon hour, I disturb you, Again your assumption and accusation, but I was just conversing with my friends which doesn’t go well with you. I do that every single day, but just because you experience only a part of the time and cant digest the same that I become a misnomer in society and a menace for you. How terrible is the feeling of un-acceptance.
Enough of accusations, but let me come to a conclusion. I do not want to continue with this crazy little cold war between us. I want to be a good, friendly, well behaved neighbor, and I think I have enough capacity for the same. My life span is limited and I want to live by making my neighbors happy. I know I look ugly, although some find me cute, but I will assume I look ugly to you, but let me tell you nothing will give me more happiness than seeing my neighbors and nearby people happy and it doesn’t really matter how I look. It was Nature’s choice of creating me and I completely respect that. Ask my housemates, I entertain them with those single choices every moment.
So I am ready to change, for your benefit although some concepts are imbibed. Like I cannot converse with you, like others do, because I don’t have blessed conversation skills as well. But doesn’t mean I don’t talk. You need an open mind to understand my language of love.
All said and done am waiting for your reply. You might consider my language as loud and the term you humans use is bark. Bark it is, but please understand that when I wag my tail that is to get your nod for my affection and the BARK is when you wear those skimpy colored shoes, that does not go well with the jeans.That was my last offensive statement, I thought I could use my right on you.
If you can come out in the balcony, you can see me wagging my tail and trying to sniff out the bad goons in the street. So hope to meet you as a friend once and go for a friendly walk.
Yours Sincerely
Vincy, BOW BOW
