 38. Every letter of the alphabet must be included in one post. Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up
Anyone who had known Mohan Dayal in the past almost thirty years of his life would certainly be aware that he had never changed his home address. Ever. He was comfortable living with his parents, within the walls of his comfort zone. As much as his amma was protective of him since day zero, it was one thing she and Aadesh wanted for Mo to change by the time he reached his third decade. It was quite the pressure and news for someone who had never been allowed to go to magic school or even live in a dormitory with kids his age roughly twenty years ago. It could have came with a warning, but desi parents just don't really do that apparently.
The stack of eight outdated (kind of silly, don't you think?) letters had landed on his lap while he had been filling in the boxes of a newspaper's crossword puzzle one morning. Mo did not know of anyone named 'Amrita Sandhu' and that was saying something because he had such a short list of friends. If she had been a fan of his nani, it wouldn't have been a surprise that anyone would try to send letters to her through any of Anuja's family members. Sometimes the super fans were a bit bonkers. However, the letters were sent to his address and labelled for him. Mohan Dayal.
Apparently, reading through the letters in order had been a one-way ticket to a headache. He had saved them for some other time when he has free of his shift at the stadium. Mohan had only gotten to them the afternoon before a day-off. He had laughed at the first letter, the contents were about how this lady was confessing to him about her loneliness without him. The next letter was about her feeling nauseous and possibly taking a vom somewhere. Mohan's nose wrinkled at that one, being reminded of the countless times he'd had to clean the stadium loos of such body fluids.
It took three letters out of eight for him to nope his way to bed. He had... a daughter? With some lady he knows nothing about? Did she even exist? It wouldn't even be the first time. It also smelled like a scam. That, my dudes, is quite an obsession. It had even bothered him in his sleep, appearing to him in a dream like some stork had delivered a child to his front door à la 1941-Dumbo.
Taking the three opened letters with him, Mohan traced the return address and apparated to the nearest alley so he could have a talk with the lady. He looked down at the address again as he made his way to the house's porch, to cross check. "Brave dude, Mohan Dayal, confronting his fan girl," he muttered to himself before wiping a bit of sweat off his forehead and ringing the doorbell.
Show yourself, Amrita Sandhu, whoever you are.
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