The third year

Date: 15th August 2006

Dear Dushyant

It’s been three years now since you came. I apologize for a rough start at the Chicago airport. It’s not very often that I black out.

In that last three years you have seen 17 of my states and lived in two of them. I am certain that you have a fascination for Michigan. You have owned two cars and driven countless others, amongst which, one was an almost a Supercar. You have also worked in two full time jobs and countless other part time affairs. Do you still remember how to make a “Cappuccino”?

You have studied in one of my best schools yet you still haven’t learnt much. Did my winters make you cold? Or did my interstates leave you cold? You have seen my bigger cities but you also continue your association with smaller ones. How does one choose between San Francisco CA and Baudette MN?

You have never loved me. But you refrain from hating me. You sometimes resent me and yet most times defend me. Why? I really can’t help it if my geographical width hurts your personal history with relationships. And please blame the economy for the higher gas prices or the expensive air fare.

Still, despite all that has happened between us, you still yearn to see more. To understand me better and to continue chasing your ill proportioned dreams.

I am now a central part of your mind’s landscape whether you care or you do not.

Love
United States of America

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