From: Kamal E Y [email protected] >

To: Sabrina [email protected] >

Sent: 2 November, 2000 07:43 PM

Subject: My day is full of you

My sweetest girl,

It is a very disappointing day for me. I had expected this kind of result from our job searching earlier. Before giving the resume I didn't have many hopes of getting a job there. Because even if all the countries in the world are trying to get engineers from India, Chinese countries had kept out. They, except Singapore, have never tried to get people from here. China is trying to compete with India in supplying engineers to the world.

But after I gave the resume, I was surprised by the number of responses we got. Hope began to grow in me. It has been a rude shock to me the letter which you forwarded to me yesterday.

Going to the US is meaningless if you cannot come with me. You have to come as fast as possible. I want to live with my first and real love for at least one or two years.

Just now I got your phone call. Thanks a lot for calling. It gave me a little soothing effect to hear your voice. But still, you said that you will stay in your country if your company doesn't close. If you can't leave, then I don't know why I should go to the US. My world is revolving around you.

I will wait for more time for S city companies. Only when I am sure that I won't get a job there, I will stop trying. I have some hope with Siemens because they are doing the same kind of work I am doing here. The only problem with them is that if they do not want to recruit foreigners...I still have hope...

Did you send the parcel as a registered post? Or an ordinary post? I want to touch them. I want to touch those things which you touched. My day is full of you. Every moment I am thinking of you. There is a song like this

"walking in the moonlight, I am thinking of you... listening to the raindrops, I am thinking of you..."

just like that...

Yes, for the past two weeks, we kept a distance. You were waiting and I was waiting...I never deleted you as my friend from Yahoo messenger. Many times I have logged in and seen you there. Just to know where you are... I feel safe when I see your name there. We had lots of fights, differences between us. But never had my love come down. I don't know why I am getting too much sentimental today. Maybe you feel it's not serious...but...

Today I have completed 25 years on this earth. But the last one and a half years are where I discovered myself, where I had someone to call my own. Someone to wait for, someone to fight with, someone to think of, someone to share. There is someone in this world who feels that my time is important. Someone who loves me without conditions. You told Hardik that you are lucky to find me. No, I am lucky. I am luckier than I deserve. I am a bad person who couldn't make you happy. I make you cry always. I couldn't promise you what you want. Still, you love me. What else can I ask for? Yesterday Ojas and Ashok complained that I am going your way without any opinion for myself. But I don't think so. The desire which burns us is driving both of us in one direction. It is not your opinion or mine. It's ours.

My day is not complete without you, in fact, no day is complete without you. But today I feel it more. I want to hug you close to my chest and keep there. And shower with moist kisses each and every inch of you. Remember, In Frankfurt, you cried in my chest. Nobody had ever done that before or after it to me. I felt like a man, a husband.

You added me as a friend in Yahoo again. But I didn't give accept it yesterday, please send it once again. You are just like a small child. Doing everything a fit of anger or emotion. That is why I told you that I understand...when you fight and cry with me...when you become mad on me...I always had understood that the underlying feeling is love.

I am waiting for 5 o'clock. To talk to you. It is still only 1:30. Time is not moving...

Yours only

Kamal