Dear Roohi,
Do not worry about my health. I am myself worrying sufficiently enough. Every possible care is being taken by my daugther. if the worst is to come, what’s the use of worrying? Lahore is as much within reach of the Inevitable as in Murree. If I have to die this year or the next, I will rather die at home. But there is no immediate danger or anxiety. One should be always prepared philosophically for death. It knows no age, no season.
With Love,
Yours affectionately,
Uncle.
Dear Birjees,
We were all pained to hear that you had a car accident on your way to Rawalpindi. I, however, gave us some relief to learn that the accident was a minor one and you were progressing well. Please inform us about your exact say if any kind of medical aid is required from Karachi. We are anxiously waiting to hear from you by return of post.
Yours affectionately,
Azhar.
Dear Brother,
Thanks for your letter. The accident was indeed a very minor one. I am quite well now.
Yours Lovingly,
Birjees.
Dear Auntie,
My heart reaches out to you in your bereavement. I wish I could fly to be with you at this moment of great family sorrow. I pray for peace to the departed soul and tranquility of your heart. With profound sorrow.
Yours,
Khundeja.
Dear Nawaz,
I have a rented a big house for the whole year at Murree. How nice it would be you if all of you could grant us the pleasure of your company during the summer vacation! We feel quite lonely here, and your stay with us, far from being burden, will, in fact, be a source of sunshine and domestic delight. Please bring your family here as soon as possible.
Yours affectionately,
Qamar.
Jinnah Memorial School,
Qusar.
January 14,1993.
This is to certify that Javaid Ahmad has been a student of this school for six years. He passed his Matriculation Examination of Punjab University this year in the First Division, obtaining 677 marks. Mr. Javaid has all along been a hardworking, throughly reliable and honest boy who, I am sure will go for in life if suitable opportunities are not denied him.
Sohail Haider,
Principal.
Dear Sohail,
I am sending something by M.O. tomorrow. If it isn’t enough, see through the mont somehow. Incidentally I am myself running short of that thing. When you grow up, work hard, earn and save, your will understand my words. With best wishes.
Yours,
Daddy.
Dear Daddy,
I am running short of something. We are always running short of one thing. You know what that thing is!
Yours,
Sohail.
Dear Mother,
How are you getting on? My heart yearns to see a line of ink drawn by your even if it gives no meaning. Please do drop a word.
Yours,
Amjad.
