To,
Mr. XYZ
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Dear Friend,
I am quite confused that how should I address you, meanwhile I don’t have the words to express my grief, my sorrow towards you. Sometimes words are not significant, they seems useless, quite trivial to express so profound guilt. So, after all, what is my guilt? May be you know, probably you might not know, how does it matter.
It matters and it matters drastically, like you I too is a victim, victim of my honesty. When the world seems to be full of corrupt people, I tried to be honest, a little honest, and you paid the price of my honesty. Now you will ask why I am writing this apology letter that is full of regrets and remorse, now to clarify it, I am just writing it and I will never send it to you.
I have no Idea where you live, you have got a new job or still unemployed, and you are on the state of starvation. So many frustrating questions are coming in my mind. Let us start from the point where it actually started. It was Sunday, you work on a shop as cashier, just imagine that you are X, I am Y, and the fat man who sits next to you on a round chair with a thick gold chain around his neck, most of the time when I used to visit at the shop I found him either barking badly on his employees or farting due to constipation.
Meanwhile constipation is his personal issue, I am not least bothered about it, but I have never seen him doing anything. This is strange, I have seen at many places, people who normally have nothing to do always sit on a round chair, with a bit of authority, sometimes near the piles of chequebooks, and always carrying a remote control and gazing towards the women.
Well leave it, for the god sake I want to bang my head on wall, What the Idiot I was, what the point of such nonsense honesty that could kill a poor man’s job. Now let me introduce a little bit about myself. I am a god fearing man, I speak truth and try to be honest, not because I want it, but because I fear the god, I fear the outcome. Is because of this fear of god the world is at least a place to live, because of it you can differentiate between hell and heaven. Oh, I am just getting diverted from the actual story, it is my bad habits, please forgive me to write such nonsense.
So at that rainy day, I came to the shop, bought something that costs around 1000 rupees, I gave you a 1000 rupee note and you have to return back me 500 rupee back. It was a very simple calculation, and uneducated fellow can does it, it does not require trigonometry, statistics or algorithms, I bet this is the simplest business transaction. I know your mathematical skills, but believe me some days are bad, when even simplest things become the most complex one.
So instead of returning back to a 500 rupee note, You returned me two 500 notes, I took it, put those notes in my pockets, and came on the road. When I came on the road I realized that you have made a mistake, however a very small mistake, but to keep it with me will be even bigger mistake fro my part, and I fear the god.
So I return back on the shop, and just to show that how honest I am I return the note not to you but to that fat farting man. He seemed pleased and then he made a ugly face That I have last seen on the villain’s face in C grade Hindi movies. From outside I could hear his loud big bang theory. And ultimately it was your last moment at that shop, you was kicked it. And I am feeling guilt, I miss you I want to apologise for my nonsense predictable corrupt honesty.
Your
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