Dear Monsieur,
I just found out something so terrible... so awful. My heart is at a stop, my mind is at a closing. I'm surprised my body allowed me to hold a pencil, I'm shaking quite hard.
Ravi Shankar died yesterday. My heart. Oh, my.
He was like a father figure to me. A hero, he's the one who made me want to play sitar.
What? I can't - no, he's not dead. He can't be.
But he was 92...
No. Ravi Shankar isn't dead! No!
Help me help myself, Monsieur! What do I do?
Monsieur...
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Dear Monsieur
No FicciónI consistently write to the anonymous 'Monsieur'. I speak of my feelings about life, death, people, or opinions. Just all of it. And I've decided that since I'm anonymous, I could share this with all of you. Enjoy, & Namaste.
