Letters from the Penthouses
Letters. I like them.
I have a new pen pal who lives in a penthouse in far off Banjara Hills in Hyderabad.
I sent her a postcard ages ago, and didn’t get any reply.
In sheer protest to her apparent inability to hold a pen, I didn’t invite her to my birthday party.
Turns out, she’s just lazy.
Vydika, you can come over for the next one.
Harroooooo my first letter!
I’M THRILLED YOU CAME WITH A MAILMAN TO BITE!
















