6th February, 1966
My light,
I shared your picture with the boys in the bunker and they are mesmerized. Thank you for walking into my life. Your thoughts intoxicate my days. Strangely, I am smitten by your silent ways. I wait for the day when I am beside your tender heart. Until then, do write back and time will not keep us apart.
p.s – You will soon receive a colorful paper mache’ frame. By the way, do you like my very own version of your name –
Jyots, I love you
I will see you soon,
yours
NaPoWriMo 2018
Poem on a postcard
Poor computer operation Delete “daughter ” in the comments
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You are an artist par excellence -can beautifully put down the tender / raw emotions once expressed
jyot -my light- name given to rechristian Joginder jagga( jockingly called by her friends) daughter
But -ha ha ha Jyoti the LIGHT, gradually became a flame ( my flame) and then a fire who warmth my existence Pray she continues to give warmth and( and) does not start Burning
The frame was used to put a picture of john kennedy and I became jealous of the President .
( all above in a light mood -with hope of no burns from Jyot -whom I am still in love!!
Papa
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