He could be a literary genius or Javed Akhtar's baap or (for diversity's sake) he might even be a whizkid flooring his bosses with his spotless presentations. But the male stable rarely takes credit for letters in love, letters "of" love being a much more evil form of feminine conspiracy.

Watch those sleek memos and carefully crafted professional mails being manufactured with mechanised consistency. I would even imagine an occasional burst of prurient lust shot out in a rapidly typed mail, riding high on a fast deflating wanking charge on a sleepless Sunday night. But *sugar tits* (to borrow from Mel Gibson's plush vocabulary) is hardly a woman's idea of feeling wanted when she's not exactly finding the y in horny. (I'd be quite flattered, especially if it came from Mr. Gibson's gob, but it would make for little more than wanton girlie gossip)

Here, this piece joyously spells out the need to educate the letter-challenged population. One in five women say they've never received a note from a lover/admirer. Almost half complain they've not received one in a decade!  

*Sulks and moans*. I havent received one since i was the size of Thumbelina :( Not even an email. Decidedly sorry state of affairs this.