Hello! And welcome to my window sil. My bathroom window sil, to be precise. You have been there for over two weeks now and I have seen you and heard your voice. I have tried communicating with you. I have failed. Now I am compelled to write this letter to you. Yes, I hope, as I always do, that you would actually read this sometime.
So. Yes. It was nice initially having you around. Since you are the white owl (the proverbial “lokhhi pyancha”) my mother and mother-in-law were overjoyed and asked me repeatedly not to disturb you in any way. Not that I would have otherwise also. Even if you were the brown owl (what we call “hutum pyancha”). However, as much as I appreciate all the good luck you bring in to my home, I must, really must, tell you that I, erm, cannot stand the way your abode smells. And it is not only your abode. It is my bathroom. Actually, IT IS MY BATHROOM first. And so effectively, I cannot stand the way MY bathroom smells now. And I have tried everything before writing this letter. The incense sticks, candles, room freshner. Nothing has worked. And I am afraid it is getting a tad too much to bear with now.
But I can’t shoo you away. And you will not leave. And it goes without saying that I will NOT leave either. I have tried poking my head in and give you some notice. But you have been sleeping. All the time. And I never find you on the sil at night. And it is impossible to open that window anyway because of the smell, erm, the stink. I don’t know what you have out there but THAT, and whatever “THAT” might be, needs to go. Now.
So there! That’s what this letter is about. I am hereby assertively marking my territory and demanding that said territory be smell, err, stink free. And the burden lies on you, Mr. Owl! Gosh! Terrible manners you have, really! No consideration for your neighbors. None. Zilch. Zero. Whoever thought the proverbial white owl could be so utterly inconsiderate and rude!
*Sigh*! Why is there a flickering hope that you would appreciate my concerns, my plight sometime and make things easier for both of us?
Please, Mr. Owl! Give me a sign. Can we not make peace? You and I?
Earnest appeal to readers: Serious solution required. Please advice.