Dear Money,

How are you?

Has anyone ever asked you that?

Well, if not, don’t sweat it.

My human race asks this question all the time.

Sometimes with love. Most of the time, it’s a matter of being formal.

So there’s no difference in not asking at all.

For now, let’s assume you exist just for existence like me.

Let’s talk

Do you have any knowledge of what’s happening on this blue planet?

When it comes to the color blue, the right person to inquire is my school teacher, who asked me to paint the earth blue in the geography exam to get full five marks.

Here’s where I know it’s blue.

And I did. I do get full 4 mark.

(-1) for mixing it with my not-so-favorite color, red.

What caused the side effect? No one showed me the earth in real life.

Not my fault.

When I was growing up,

They said the earth is revolving around the sun.

But when I got older, I could see through my blurry adult eye, yet another slender, rectangular sphere kind of thing revolving around the blue-painted earth.

I’m not sure if it’s orbiting the earth or the earth’s orbiting it. But the human race is very much around it.

I’m damn sure because people behave like as if it’s a pretty important thing, Not pretty, far more important than the sun, which according to the theory is what we’re spinning around.

Some destroy their own race for the sake of it.

Some hang themselves when they run out of it.

Some respect other people based on it.

Some lock themselves in a well-raised building and work for it.

Some are even losing their families because they could not afford it.

And there are some people like me, who hates to go after it but go anyway to be of some status in socie(tea)

You should have known by now. Don’t look at me.

It’s YOU, money.

You deserve to be up in the sky, you know. Because some people feel you’re bringing light into their lives.

Yes.

Not the Stars that are infinite.

Not the moon that illuminates the infinite.

And not even the sun that could literally burn you to ashes if you even dare to think about getting close.

They think it’s YOU. Bringing light into their lives.

I’m not supposed to tell you this. I don’t mean to be rude.

But I mean it.

I feel jealous and sorry for you all at once.

Jealous?

Yeah.

You can’t talk.

You can’t walk.

You can’t see.

You can’t hear.

You can’t feel.

Let me tell you if there is such a person in the human world, They’d just call him disabled and make him sit in the corner of the room, by intoxicating them with “You are good for nothing” pills day after day in addition to undesirable sympathy.

Trust me, I’m not kidding.

But look at you, You are everywhere.

You are used for every fcuking thing.

All that when you’re nothing but a fcuking thing.

Not even a thing. Just a piece of paper.

Well, you bring light it seems. What can I say?

I’m sorry because,

When was the last time you felt like you belonged in one place.

I couldn’t imagine the pain you go through every time you get traded for something else.

It’s like backstabbing, isn’t it?

People will greet you with a big smile on their face and they won’t even think twice before trading you for something big they want to have.

Sad part? They’ll still have the same smile

Holly molly.

I’m so sorry.

Thank God you’re not humane. If you are, you will be cremated only God knows how many times.

My human race used to complain about not having the right partner in their life.

We’re humans, right?

We go in search of RIGHT partner.

You should never ask, “Are you a right partner?”.

We are RIGHT!!

Typical human mentality.

They even coined a term called “break up” when things don’t go well between them.

Don’t laugh, okay?. It is serious.

It is so serious compared to the number of people who ditch you for crap.

In your case, the name would have to be… “Back off” or “give up” or “

Not naming is fine i guess.

Heartbreak is heartbreak, no matter what you call it. Let us leave it the way it is.

I got a lot to tell you.

The problem is that even you won’t read it. So let me park it for later.

Are you wondering why she’s telling me all this shit?

No need to wonder.

We won’t know what we’re doing till someone tells us what we’re doing from their point of view, right?

It’s just my point of view. And I need you to know that. That’s it.

Take care.

With love?
Keerthana.