From: Kamal E Y [email protected]>

To: Sabrina [email protected] >

Sent: 9 September, 1999 01:35 PM

Subject: Yesterday night

Dear Sabrina,

Where were you yesterday night? I called you many times. From 7:20 to 11:00 in the night. The phone was ringing, but nobody took it. Why? You were not there yesterday? I tried the whole night and became disappointed and went to a pub! I will give you my number, but before calling, we must decide on time and date because I have to arrange to be alone. My number is XXXXX or XXXXX extension XXX.

Hmmm...I am disappointed. I was thinking of our first kiss!

I know 8 is a problem. In fact, that is the only problem. Otherwise, I could have invited you to my house now and introduce you to everyone. But in our case, they will be shocked. Our life is becoming increasingly complex. I know, the white strands of hair are the question mark of time. And I know you are overusing your brain and ability. I don't want you to lose your health due to excess of work. Now, promise me you would stay healthy and cute. You are beautiful, I have said it before. I don't want you to lose your beauty. I love you, not your physical appearance, but I want the others to envy you and me.

So you are very busy now. We will postpone our call till Saturday. OK? Now, this is not a surprise, I know. But if you are not taking the phone, I can't do anything. Tell me the time so that I can get you correctly. It will be better in the night but anytime is OK for me. So write it in the next letter.

I thought of many ways how to love together.

One idea seems possible, even though it is not a solution. If I get a job somewhere outside India, we could live together there at least 3 or 4 years. There we can do whatever we want. At least 4 years without any hassles. But again after that, we will have to face the cruel world again...I know everything is complex.

And one more thing, don't let those white hairs grow. Do something. Ponds or any other method. Stay beautiful ad young. Eternally young.

Like the Greek goddess of love Venus. OK?

Thinking of you always

Kamal