Dear Bhabhi, The wedding pictures are making me extremely sad. Just the look on your face is like a deep, rejuvenating, breath of fresh air in the gloom of a murky-skied winter morning. Red has scarcely been made to look as regal before, in a manner that the humility of your breath taking smile leaves one completely disarmed. Were lucky were stationed here in time. I will not have to console you about the whole leaving the house you were brought up in. In stead, I can invest all my energy in letting you know that through this wedding youve subscribed for a marriage with the happiest kind of retardation that could possibly exist. No I mean, it. Watching Adams Family comes across to me as rather mild, owing to the same. Bhabhi, I promise a lot of laughter. I promise poignant poisoned evenings which will etch themselves in your memory with the background score of guffaws and mad singing. I promise to add a lot of quality and meaning to the virtual world and by way of words, will always be accessible. I also promise to love you a little bit more for the person you are and not because of the person who has been chosen by you as a companion for the better part of life. I also thank you for the smile that I see on my brothers face in the same pictures I envy given that I missed the luxury of the physical presence of all the happiness. Im sending a lot of good wishes your way. Until I see you, please make do. Love.
Posted on: Mon, 01 Dec 2014 05:51:51 +0000
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