How are you doing today? I don’t
know why but I have this sudden strong urge to write to you. So here I am, writing! A queer
letter perhaps? Nah, I think not!
Remember the time when your temporary
twins had been taken away by the tooth fairy and there was a huge gap, right where
you are now? The time just prior to the both of you arriving, driving through my
gums? I do. Quiet clearly in fact.
I was at my grandma’s for winter
vacations at that point. And I remember Mom asking me not to push at my gums
with my tongue, for apparently that would make you guys uneven, bent. But like always I
had other plans altogether, didn't I? For some reason I decided I shouldn't
listen to her at all. So I spent all my time thrusting the tip of my tongue at
the vacant plot. And then when you guys finally showed up I was shoving at
you too. And the result? Well, let’s just say it is something between two spaced
monoliths and a passageway between two boulders.
It was only after a few years that
I realized what I had done. While I could have had you with no gaps in between,
I ended up separating you in the shape of an awkward V. I watched my friends
and I knew instantly that they had all heeded to their moms. Bit by bit I
became conscious of you, not so much in a negative way, but yes I knew it stood
out. I stood out because of you.
On the first day of college a girl
named Yvonne made fun of you. We were having ice-cream, remember? Well, I didn't
say anything to her then because honestly it really didn't matter to me what
she thought. Apart from being aware of you while laughing, I actually never
felt bad about the shape I had you in. I think you along with your other
cousins have been good to me. I never had to go to a dentist for a root canal
or anything else. That in itself is an achievement, isn't it? Something I am
thankful to you guys for.
S tells me that you were the first
thing he noticed about me when we went on our first date, not in a bad way I
should clarify. Honestly, I have never really been embarrassed by you. Yes, I
would have surely liked if there were no gaps but then that didn't stop me from living
my life, did it? So I have no complaints really. I might still not say cheese out
of habit, but ashamed of you I certainly am not.
I guess I’m writing this to make a
point here. Our mojo
isn't in how we look, how good our hair is (I know for I have
the world’s worst head of hair!), how perfect our smile is and the likes. As clichéd
as it sounds it’s what is inside that really, truly matters. I’m happy that I
didn't get carried away when at times you were made fun of by friends and acquaintances.
I guess I never cared, nor do, about what others thought, or think, about me.
So thank you my dearies for being
what you are, being there and letting me bite into those awesome chicken pieces
, every time, without trouble. I wouldn't change you for the world!
Stay Sharp & Keep Biting!
PS: About biting, I’m not a Vampire, J