My dear loving Husband,
Your letter has overwhelmed me. I have read it at least a dozen times and every time it has brought to light a new meaning. Certainly I wish to keep you happy. I am sacrifice anything for the sake of keeping my loving husband happy.
Yours and only yours,
Saira Bono.
My Dear Annu,
You have been telling me so often that your mother-in-law has not been as nice to you as you had expected of her, that my sisters love you all right but they would not forgive you for faults for which they would readily forgive their own daughters. Here is a thorny problem and I wish to tell you something that you had least expected of a doting husband like me. You would agree that to err is human. You would agree that we too also err before each other and a loving wife has always been forgiving an equally doting husband. Couldn’t you adopt a similar attitude to my mother and sisters? You agree that all sisters love us and they would do anything to make our life happy. Could you not tame their attitude to advantage? The best course is to consult them one by one. Explain to them individually your problems and seek guidance. That would give them an insight into the affairs. They would also have the satisfaction of having been taken into confidence. Once you know their minds and they know yours, the difference would vanish. I hope you would never try to pay them in the same coin. That is likely to disrupt our own private life. Harmony has in keeping peace with all. This is the secret of a marital life. With many affections.
Very loving yours,
Akhlaq Ahmed.
Dear Annu,
I feel sorry for having fired you. I do admit that you did avert some calamity, if not a great calamity. I can now see things through. We cannot blame Akhtar alone for the indicent. I hope you would return soon from the nursing home. I love you all the more for your lie. “A fraction of lie doth ever add pleasure” –says Bacon. I know now that Bacon was not altogether wrong. I hope, however, you will not practise the above maxim of Bacon too often.
Yours in bondage,
A Liar’s Husband.
My Dear Me,
Forgive me. You know I am a foolish girl. I am really sorry that I had to tell you lies. You were cross with dear Akhtar and this I could not tolerate easily. I know, but for my intervention you would have beaten him or may be refuse. I hope you would agree with me that by telling a lie I did succeed in adverting a great calamity. I had wished to stay on at home until your return in the evening. But Suhail came to tell me that you had desired that I did accompany him and remain with sister Sadia at the nursing home. I thought it only proper to accomany him lest that should arouse a chain of suspicions in the imaginative brain of young Suhail. Akhtar felt sorry afterwards. I hope you would forgive me for the lie and implore that you would also forgive dear Akthar.
Even yours,
Anwari.
My Darling,
You have been deceived. Expression of love need not be vocal. It may take several other forms. You say you do not want to express your love but you want to be loyed tender all the same. After all that would require some expression of love.
Yours lovingly,
Nawaz Akbar.
Dearest,
You say you do not write to me lovingly because you don’t know how and what to write. Says Shakespeare, “They love not, who do not express their love. Write to me if you love me.
Yours lovingly,
Nawaz Akbar.
Dear Gulnar,
Can’t husband and wife live friendly? Can’t we continue to love each other even after marriage. Will you continue to upon me even after we have been formally entrusted to each other?
Yours forever,
Niyaz.
Dear Niyaz,
Your letter saddened me a little but it gave me happiness also. It made me sing. It was then that I realised the truth in Shelly: “Our sweetest songs are those that tell of sad thoughts.” I sang, I wept, I felt happy. I could lie down like a tired child and weep away the life of care. I am a foolish little girl, Niyaz, forgive me and forget me.
Yours in agony,
Gulnar.
My Dear Gulnar,
I love you and do express my love for you. Do you think that friends cannot love each other? I have loved you always and will continue to love you as a friend. I can only hope that your fountain of love will not run dry when you read this letter. But do you think there is only one kind of love that must culminate in marriage?
Yours in love,
Niyaz.
My Dear Niyaz,
Your letters have puzzled me greatly. I have written you long letters. I have poured out my heart to you but you are still an enigma to me. I don’t know whether you love me at all? Please be frank.
Yours eternally,
Gulnar.
