REPLY TO THE ABOVE

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.