I have waited patiently for your summer vacation. I have waited for three long months. Now I can wait no more. Sweet Jafar, I want to be with you all the time. Why don’t you see my parents immediately and talk things straightaway. I shall be there to support you. mummy is agreeable already.
Yours,
Razia.
Dear Mr. Nasir,
Please stop paying attentions to my daughter. I do not want to bring shame on my house and honour. I can never approve of your marriage with her. So why waste your time? I am sorry to say this but things have happened as they have. In all circumstances I advise you not to try to contact Huma again. It is unfortunate and it may cause you pain, but my mind is made up. Having discussed the position thoroughly with her, I have taken this first opportunity of giving you this wise warning. May I hope that you believe in ‘a word to the wise.’
Yours sincerely,
Zahid Ali.
My Dear Nazim,
You have made me feel an absolute pig. It is impossible to refuse your love. I think you are a dainty darling. Please forgive my rudeness.
Dear Shehla,
Of all the girls that are so smart
There’s none like pretty Shehla;
She is the Darling of my heart,
And lives in our ally.
Why are you angry with me, Shehla? I have done nothing to offend you. My only guilt is that I love you. If you are angry with me because I love you, I confess my guilt. But I will continue to be guilty. Just because I can not help otherwise. If you also cannot help being angry with me then I will become your anger even. I would rather welcome a harsh word from you than no word at all. Darling, I love you. When can I come around and see you?
Yours forever,
Nazim.
Dear Aneesa
Forget me! It is easier said than done. The more I try to forget you, the morse I remember you.
The hours I spend with thee, dear heart,
Are as a string of pearls to me:
I count them over, every one apart,
My rosary, my rosary.
Don’t you think the two of us together can look better after you aged parents than you alone with your earnings.
Yours forever,
Abid.
Dear Ghazala,
“The longest day is in June, they say:
The shortest in December
They did not come to me that way
The shortest I remember
You came a day with me to say
And filled my heart with laughter:
The longest day – you were away —
The very next day after.”
Yours eternally,
Rauf.
Dear Rauf,
Do not think I love you less than you love me. I will not disappoint you any more. I will not be disappointed. We meet on Sunday morning and we shall be together at least until evening.
Yours,
Ghazala.
Dear Ghazala,
Next Sunday — next Sunday — next Sunday. I continue to dream of you, hoping you will come home from college next Sunday and steel an opportunity to drop in on our house. But mostly my hopes are being cheated. Life is impossible without you. Come soon. Let me live.
Yours profoundly,
Rauf.
This is to certify that Mr. Riyasat Ali, who has been my student during 1988-93, was one of the most brilliant students of the English class, and was inspired by original and creative ideas as exhibited in his various contributions to the college magazine. He had been an active member of the college debating society and took an enthusiastic par in all extra-curricular activities, particularly the social functions whereof he proved to be a very good organizer. He bears a good moral character with sterling gifts, and I have no hesitation in strongly recommending him to all those with whom his future may be associated.
Karamat Husain,
Principal.
Dear Sir,
With reference to your letter dated: 24thNov,2023 I have the honour to provide the following details of my career:-
Kindly grant me a testimonial at an early date.
Yours obediently,
Riyasat Ali.
