Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Serial Killer III–
Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.
I had a short stint at an office of Lost and found. It was just a summer vacation job. Two more girls were working with me. We had to go through many lost items to check if any personal identification so we may contact the owner and return them. Usually after a certain period the items were either sold, gave or thrown away.
What surprised me most was the honesty of some people. They deposited some valuable items like gold chains, wallets with money etc. instead of keeping them.
There were many boxes full of different items and going through them was a very exciting job. We all loved it. We will select one item and imagine or make some story about it. To whom it may belong, how he/she must be feeling about it or things like that.
One day a boy came with an envelope which he has found on the road. There was full address on it but instead of dropping it in the letter box he preferred to deposit it with us. He dropped on my table and ran away.
It was a very old enveloped with well stamped. Obviously someone wrote but either forgot to post it or deliberately did not post it or the receiver had no time to read it and then lost it. We were speculating as usual. I decided to put stamp on it and post it but my colleagues opposed my idea they were against posting so old letter assuming it had lost its importance now and suggested to throw it. I said okay and kept it in my bag.
You know, we women have some intuition, I had sniffed that something intriguing there and was eager to know about it.
At night after a warm bath I settled in my bed with the letter in my hand with every intention to read it. My conscience was forbidding me but after much argument I decided to read with a promise that if I feel it is an important letter, I will post it.
Well! It was a short confession letter.
I am feeling so guilty that I did not write to you for a year. I received letters but could not reply due to problems I was facing. I lost my job. Mother forbade me to marry you as you were from different cast. Father said he will bequeath me. I was going through a very bad phase of my life.
I know I should have written to you, shared with you but my ego did not let me do it. Now The bad phase has passed. I am in a stable condition got a good job. If you can forgive me and write to me then I’ll come and talk to your parents about our marriage.
I decided, I’ll go to the addressee and hand it over personally. I may find the other part of the story.
to be contd.