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?

But to all this I have said one thing. Sara, I love you. I am mad for you but why do you invite me to a life of sin? Cannot you keep up your morality and be up to it. I know the difference between the life you want me to lead and I want you to enter in, is very little. This is just to admit before the society, what they already think of us — husband and wife, it is just to get our relation stamped. Otherwise to me it should make no difference. I have already seen you in your natural form. You have so often exposed yourself in my presence. You have already tried to be near to me in that form. Now, if you agree, I shall attempt to do the same that you have been wanting me to do. I tell you, I long for it, but there are certain principles and I want to follow them. There are certain rules set by the society; I want to abide by them.

Sara, I long to own you. But Sara, I want to make it love and not lust. I want to own it rightfully.

Would you then be sensible and be up to it.

Your I cannot say what,