From: Kamal E Y [email protected]>

To: Sabrina [email protected] >

Sent: 15 October, 1999 12:15 PM

Subject: I understand you, but...

Dear planning girl,

Did you call me last night? I was there at 8 o'clock. But nobody told me. Ok, that may be because so many people might have been waiting for calls from their homes there. The lodge manager knows that if we speak, we won't hang up soon. Or maybe that I had gone out for dinner. I went for dinner a little after 8 o'clock. Ok, the best thing is to call on Saturday. Now my mind is clear. I will wait until Saturday. Call me here at the office at 10 o'clock. OK? But I hate to spoil our weekly talk on Saturdays by discussing such things. But there is no other way. We have to talk about this issue also. I want you to be happy always. I have spoiled your weekends after July, I know. I have disturbed the peace of your mind. I have loaded you with more thinking and planning. My planner girl!!

Yes, you and Sumit always think of the practical problems, which I am reluctant to accept or think. He is my best friend and you are my heart. A heart that thinks. A heart that is always there to make me too think. But I know you are tired of all these thinking and planning all these years. You have thought of everything about your career and life so far. But soon there will come a time when you will be relieved of thinking alone. Your head will be clear of all the planning.

So now, don't make your sweet head overloaded, OK? I don't want you to be in stress.

My test was good. I haven't got the marks yet. This semester is not so good for me. I will not become the topper unless I work hard from here on. I wish you were with me. We could both sit and study, in our bed, in each other's arms, pinching ear when we make mistakes...

Hmmm...waiting for that to come true...

Lovingly

Kamal