We accept the love we think we deserve.

Dear Zonk,

I just finished watching ‘The Perks Of Being A Wallflower’ and I don’t know what to think except that this just really is the saddest and naivest and wisest and most beautiful book in the whole world. And I don’t know how much I like the movie – you can’t watch it and not compare it to the book and notice the one hundred ways in which it falls short and the many ways in which it deviates from the book – but it’s alright. It still is a really nice film, and I hope you watch it someday. But not before you read the book, because you need to read it to know that no movie can compare. Nor any other book. At least, I haven’t found any that do. Yet.

I have a lot to say but I know that I’ll ramble if I try to say any of it. And so I’ll say nothing and hope that you just read it someday. Soon.

Love always,
K.

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Author: Kirtana K

I paint and make music and blog like a maniac. These days I try to run. But I have chicken legs and lungs the size of two-rupee balloons. I fail. I like pajamas and striped socks and books that read like song and songs that sound like poetry and strangers who read this page. And Maggi when I'm sick or cold or sad or celebrating. They'll find noodles in my veins if ever they cut me open. And potatoes. And maybe a tiny bit of whiskey. I'll be an Unidentified Living Object and they'll put my insides on display. It will be crazy. It will be awesome. It will.

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