From: Kamal E Y [email protected] >

To: Sabrina [email protected] >

Sent: 16 October, 2000 12:40 PM

Subject: when u come

honey,

I sent you three mails yesterday. All of them bounced back. Yesterday in the morning, I sent an mail saying that I will come here only late in the evening. Yesterday was the final of the cricket tournament. (India lost in finals). I came here late in the evening and waited for you in Yahoo for more than 2 hours. I let around 7, I think. The traffic to your mail server was too much, that is why my emails bounced back.

I got so many emails from you today and so I am happy. You know I rarely dream of anything nowadays. The last dream was about snakes. So many of them. I regularly dream of them. I don't like snakes. But before going to bed and getting up in the morning, the first thought to come to my mind is you. Yesterday night also, I thought of our nights in Frankfurt. Frankfurt is something which I couldn't forget.

And the resume, by this Sunday you will get it. I am preparing it.

I have to refer to other peoples' resumes also to see what is good in them.

And I am studying also.

And I have asked my friend in Germany to get a cellphone from there. Again our company cellphones are available in our company there. Once I get that, I may be able to call you regularly. Now, to be frank, one of the factors restraining me is money. Here the phone charges are too much. And the other thing is the nonavailability of the phone. Even your calling. I like to hear your voice. But I don't like to spend your money.

Hardik told that if his parents love him, they will agree for his decision, right? He has not been really known any problem. He is still living in his dream world of ideologies. I told you, once I also was so. I was so confident that whatever I choose, my parents will agree. But once my parents began to treat me as a grown-up, I understood their expectations.

Hardik may realize it sooner or later.

I saw the mail, you wrote to him. My advice is to write in simpler sentences. I couldn't make out much from it. Maybe it is because I didn't know what you two were talking about. But anyway it will be a better idea to write in simple sentences.

Arranged marriages of India are something that foreigners are never able to understand. They can't understand how two total strangers live together after marriage. It is a weird concept. But it works. Once married the couple tries to live together even if they don't like each other.

They adjust and compromise. That is the secret being the success of these marriages. Another thing is the support from parents and relatives of both sides. They have the responsibility to keep the marriage going because they decided it. These two factors combined with some mutual respect or fear keep the marriage intact. I said "fear" in the sense that some women have the fear that if the marriage breaks the society will blame them and keep them aloof. It is women who mostly suffer here if something goes wrong.

You asked me whether I can date with you. YES! But we have to decide the time and date.ok? Why you get the feeling that I don't want to date with you? I think the problem is because I can contact you only in the office. Ashok was thinking to buy a computer. We might try to get an Internet connection. If that comes true, then we won't have so many problems. Because you know, sometimes, in the office with no one around and even you not at the other end, it feels extremely boring. It would have been ok if you were there, but most of the time our timings don't match.

ok, it has become a big mail. Please mail me when you come...because if I don't get your mail early, I might leave. I don't have anything to do here.

Love

Kamal