Letter : To classmate’s discouraging love advances

Discouraging love advances

My Dear,

If formality and decency requires, I thank you for your letter. I don’t object to you having addressed me as dear “Sara”. If for no other reason, as a classmate, you have that right.

You know during our two years stay at the college I have always respected you. You were one of the best boys, loved and respected by all of our professors and classmates including myself.

But Mr. Talha I am sorry to tell you, your letter has disappointed me. I never expected, of all persons you being the last, such a letter. You know I have never in my life given a ‘lift’ to anyone. What encouraged you to write me and sing me that love song of yours, I fail to understand. Probably you have fallen in bad company, otherwise Mr. Talha that I knew at the college would not have written such a filthy note to someone he ought to have considered as a sister. All he same I don’t rebuke you for those words. I have simply to tell you that I am sorry you will have to shoot your cupid’s arrow elsewhere. Your classmate here stands already booked.

Letter : A love letter to classmate

A love letter to classmate

My Dear,

I really wonder, how you would react to my addressing you with that prefix. But excuse my boldness. As an old classmate, having worked together in the Physics laboratory for two years, if not for any other attachment, I think I stand entitled to address you that way.

Little did I think that simple attraction, desire to be near you, will develop into love. But at the moment I have no hesitation to admit that I am in love with you, I say, deeply in love with you.

I do remember the day when you spoke to me for the first time. It was the first day in the Physics laboratory. As you came, all eyes were riveted on you. Then you were allotted a seat next to mine on the same table. Other classmates whispered congratulations on my being lucky in being near you. I did not and could not understand it then.

Letter : A widower’s letter to a neighbour widow

A widower’s letter to a neighbour widow

My Dear,

It need not upset you as to who the writer of this letter is. You may not be knowing me by name, but you do know me otherwise. Many a time we have exchanged glances on the road.

Every time I have seen you I have read the void in those beautiful eyes. I can well realize the cause of that too. But can we take it lying down, the game that the nature has played with us? Personally, I think, we should not. Something in your grace, your figure and in your movements has encouraged me in writing these lines. I do not mean to harm you or injure your feelings. Still I want you to read these few lines of request patiently and then give them the clam attention that they deserve. If this spittle stirs you a bit, think it over again before you care to reply. If not, tear it off the moment you have come up with it and then forget it.

Letter : A youth’s love letter to a lady teacher

A youth’s love letter to a lady teacher

Sweet Sara,

Let not this note surprise you. This is just an eulogization or in fact a true appreciation from one of your lovers. I know and I can well feel that I cannot be the lone worshipper of the deity that is you. But, as an admirer, as a worshipper, I stand duty-bound to sing the song of denotation to please my goodness. I have never been conscientious of your growth from a girl budding into youth womanhood. I have observed that you possess a splendid figure. Your exquisite poise while carrying books to the school ever reminds me of some ethereal goodness that has come down to earth.

Letter : A youth’s love letter to a songstress

Youth’s love letter to a songstress

Dear Miss Maria,

If I tell you who I am, you would simply laugh away and would not pay any serious attention to this note. Sweet Songstress, it is yet time that you take life seriously. You are beautiful, charming and young and to crown all, your sweet notes attract a huge crowd. Your reputation as a singer is far and wide. It surprised me to learn and see so huge a crowd of admirers. I was one of them. I was on a short visit to Karachi. My local friends, who also admire you, talked very high of you. They were short of vocabulary in praise of your charming personality, your melodious voice and your hospitality to your visitors — one and all — rich or poor alike. Furthermore, they told me you were highly educated. Curiosity had the better part of valour and I decided to visit you. Whereas I had said a definite ‘no’ to my friends, I had already made a call much earlier than your usual hours. I was prepared to pay for an exclusive sitting. I was more anxious to meet you rather than hear you. But no temptation could induce your servant to admit me. He had just one word to all my allurements. “Please come at 9 p.m. and you would fine me absent. The gates are then open and everybody is welcome”. Instead of any annoyance, this intensified my curiosity and anxiety more. And then, I was the first to come and last to go. I saw you. I sat enchanted. I doubt If I have seen a more beautiful girl than you. You were a beauty exquisite. Let me not eulogize melodies. You had a lot of appreciation. Probably you do not need more.

But one factor surprised me. I had an approximate count of your collections that night. I really wondered why your servant refused to get me an exclusive interview, when I had offered him more than double that collection as your fee for just that exclusive sitting. I came the next day and once again argued with the servant. His reply was just the same. He I’d not even budge an inch to carry you a message. His mere repetition was “It is a principle with her and that finishes”. So I am left with no other alternative but this note.

I am back to Lahore and now venture to write you this note. May be you might be getting thousand and one such letters from your fans and admirers. But mine is a serious note and I appeal to your educated sense to give it a serious reading, a serious consideration and a serious application of your mind.

Letter : Love letters to a refugee girl

To a refugee girl

My Dear,

All me to write you this note for your consideration and immediate action. You would naturally say, why this written note, when we live together under the same roof for all the twenty-four hours.

That, Sara, is the only trouble. Every time I have tried to open the topic you have presented such a pose that I shuddered thinking of the consequences. Sara, if ours was an occasional meeting. I could pour forth my love song or it may have been the reverse.

But Sara, none of us is a fool. Any effort to befool the other would equally be futile and let us not think it. If it were pity that brought you near me it is definitely my love that has kept you near me. I love the whore in you. Had it not been for the love that I had developed for you, I would have safely dispatched you to some hostel. I could and can pay for it. You know, keeping a young girl in company meant scandal. So often people have taken you as my wife, sweetheart, mistress. You have lived that way, behaved that way. Your manners, behaviour towards me have fanned that scandal. You have welcomed it. You have never cared for it. I admire your boldness, equally as I admire your gait, your beauty, your charm and mostly your smile. But can you imagine, how it has affected me? I alone know. How much fight I have to put in to face your allurements! Cannot you understand that I am passing sleepless nights?

Letter : An introduction to a refugee girl

Introduction to a refugee girl

Kashifa, the undecisive girls, has been with the writer of these letters for a pretty few years. They were living together, all by themselves, under the same roof. Whereas the writer is in love with her, Kashifa is just beating time. Whereas she is on a hunt, she does not want to lose the man in hand. She is prepared to play the game and yet does not want to bind herself in the web of permanent companionship. The writer does not approve of it. The nearness of this young beauty round the clock is harassing. The young man is getting out of control, yet he does not want to cross the limits without a formal declaration and a stamp of the society. The girl on the other hand insists on his jumping of the pillow and beat her time. The young man wants the girl to be decent and quiet. She is adamant. Thus goes on the struggle.