Love Letters Collection : A Young Landlord Falls in Love with Public Prostitute :
My Dearest Parul,
Before I visited you, I used to think that prostitute is the most hateful creature because she sells her body for money and she has no heart, love and affection. But I feel now that a prostitute also has a heart and that she can also love with the same sacred flame as a wife can love her husband. What an irony that human society has made prostitute.
You are much superior to a wife. Because you can lend much greater pleasure to a man than any of his wives. You have given me all the bodily pleasures. I certainly love my wife and yet I must say that I seem to love you more. I have not met you more than twice or thrice while I have lived with my wife at least for six years.
I sometimes believe that you had been my wife in my previous birth. Whatever may be the case, I cannot live without you now. Believe me honestly do you really love me as well.
RED Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days…
Come near me while I sing the ancient ways.
Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;
The druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,
Who cast round Fergus dreams and ruin untold?
And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, that no more blinded by man’s fate,
I find under the boughs of love and hate,
In all poor foolish things that live a day,
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