This is a letter my father wrote to my mother when she was in Kolkata to deliver my elder-most sister 🙂 every word of this letter spills with love, my father always loved my mother, I always wondered why was she so cold in return, even in my childhood I have felt that one-sided love.
I remember discovering this leather pouch containing some of my father’s things, including a bunch of love letters when I was about sixteen, and remember reading the first one out loud before hearing an exclamatory sound from my mother, something like nice manners….
I did read them, all of them later, sorry could not help it. With it was a small diary but I cant find it any more, hope I have kept it somewhere safe and will discover it soon!
love most often is one-sided I guess!