《Romeo, India’s: Where was his Juliet?》On Aug 17th
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From: Kamal E Y [email protected]>
To: Sabrina [email protected] >
Sent: 11 August, 1999 05:00 PM
Subject: On Aug 17th
Dear Sabrina,
Really that was a great joke. I too like the parrot and its innocence. Just like you, so innocent. But see, if you are going to write jokes in your mail, just must write a very big mail, because I don't like missing your own words even if the joke is very good.
Sorry, if you got a feeling that I didn't ask for your wish. In my last letter I asked you what we should do during the day, maybe you didn't understand what I meant. Ok, nowhere, I am asking my girl, what is your wish? The date is coming near, tell soon. I will do anything within my limitations for you. You know that. Don't you?
Hey, your portrait is really beautiful, I like it very much. You draw well. Oh, my dear, I am not at all good at drawing. I will get you a full profile photo soon. Now I will send you a photo, taken in our office. That is not a close-up, that I will send later. Your smiling face is making me burn with desire.
Oh, how I want you to be with me. Tell in detail at what time, what we will do on Aug.17. Write in detail, not missing even any small points. Only then we can really imagine what the other person is doing on the other side. I will be glad if there will be a disaster after that. Then I can meet you, if possible on earth or in heaven. One thing is sure before I die I will meet you and take you in my arms and kiss your eyes. You can cry, but only on my shoulders.
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My sweetie, I will answer all the questions. First one, who is waiting for me. There are two persons usually. One girl and one guy. Both are my friends. Sometimes we'll just go out and have some food together. I am actually surprised by how you remember even the smallest details I have written.
I am living alone because my office is far away from my house. It takes almost 16 hours to reach my home from here. Now my old roommate has got a job in another place, so I am alone. But not exactly, one girl is staying with me. She usually signs with the letter "S", knows her?
At nights, I think of you until it is late and then gone to sleep with you and kiss your lips as long as I can. German class is during the mornings. The nights I am always with you. Sometimes there will be parties and I come home late. Then I'll imagine you being a little angry with me!
I will write to you about my ex-girlfriend later. I don't want her to disturb us in our heaven now. We are living in our own world, with no one else there.
So here is my photo. I am waiting for your photo...
Love
Kamal
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