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Complaint Letter

C: The world we live in is unfair.

J: Tell me about it.

C: I often feel unwanted. That I do not really belong here.

J: I would say you are making a mountain out of a mole.

C: It ain’t like that. Sometimes I sound ‘s’-ish, like in cinema, or cereal. At times I also sound ‘k’-ish, in cattle, or canopy or callousness. I do not even have an identity. I find secure only in the company of H. When we are together, there is this amazing sound which is irreplaceable, like in charm or change. In H’s company, I am contended.

J: Come on, it is alright to have more than a single sound. You become versatile, don’t you?

C: Easy for you to say. Do people ever mistake your sound? You are unique.

J: If it would make you any happy, I would confide that my life is not all pleasant either. It would have been if someone else had not gone out of their way to mimic me. I hate it when people use me in a negative word like jeopardy, but they go for G in gorgeousness.

C: Haha! You are Jealous.

J: I got your jibe, Cry-baby.

X: Sorry people, I could not help overhearing you two. It is a pity that both of you do not see what you already have, and are instead wailing over the negatives.

C: Wait! Aren’t you ‘into’ from maths? What the heck are you doing here?

X: This is exactly what I was talking about. I am one of you and half of you does not even know me. My use is very limited in words, and at certain points K and S come together to replace me.

J: Don’t get C started on K and S!

X: On top of that, those math guys designed multiplication operator to look just like me.  Now people from all over the globe confuse me with it. But unlike you guys I wouldn’t cry over all that.

C: How do you manage to be positive, X?

X: It is simple. All you got to do is look around and observe. Then you shall learn that everyone has problems. Look at my neighbors. W is threatened by V, Y is at times snubbed by I and Z has always been under the constant shadow of S. Do you see them crying their hearts out?

J: You are sensible, X. Thank You.
X: Don’t even mention it.

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