(19) Katsaridaphobia
Dear Ms. Fussy Zaroor,
I am positively exhilarated to have received your epistolary rejoinder to my humble observations on the labyrinthine subject of the US–Iran accord.
Equally enchanting were the bouquets and brickbats you hurled at me with such sesquipedalian panache that even the insults arrived perfumed with intellectual sophistication.
I am further tickled by the revelation that you not only wield your pen in faithful emulation of your revered Saar but have also contrived to replicate his physiognomy with almost unnerving fidelity.
I harbour little doubt that your vocal cadences, too, resonate with the same mellifluous gravitas. Your sartorial predilections, coupled with your carefully choreographed poses before imposing Bookshop surprisingly named Epeolatry, bespeak an almost liturgical devotion to bibliophilic elegance.
One is left wondering whether this is mere admiration or a full-fledged case of delightful Tharoorosis; a condition in which dictionaries become bedtime reading and polysyllables the preferred currency of everyday conversation.
I am inclined to believe that you belong to the illustrious fraternity of Generation Z; a demographic for which I entertain no shortage of admiration.
Regrettably, however, I happen to be afflicted with an acute and profoundly undiplomatic case of Katsaridaphobia, an irrational yet unyielding aversion to Cockroaches.
Consequently, ever since Gen Z appears to have embraced these indestructible arthropods as symbolic mascots; I have found my nerves in a state of perpetual crisis.
Might I therefore venture a most deferential entreaty? Would you be so magnanimous as to persuade Saar to correspond with me directly?
Such an arrangement would spare my delicate sensibilities while allowing our exchange to proceed in an atmosphere of unalloyed civility and blissful entomological abstinence.
Pankaj Khanna
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