| Dearest Phoolan, I hawe a conpeshion to make. I luw you sooooo much. I just luw to stare at your beautiful face all day long. Everyday I thank God for making Vicco Turmeric Ayurvedic Cream, "Ttchyachi raksha kare, ayurvedic cream" because vithout it your skin vould not hawe that lowely scent of sandlewood or that lowely vheat colored complexion just like a fresh baked roti. You are such a delicious specimen of a voman. Your lips are like nice, pink, sveet jilebi. Sometimes I vant to bite off your nose because it reminds me of a scrumptious looking pakora. Smelling your hair reminds of the days vhen I was back in the motherland and my mother used to rub coconut thel in my hair before I vould go to sleep. Vould you like to frolick vith me in the meadows? I vill let you be Madhuri if you vill let me be Salman. Ve can dance around and if it rains, it vill be ewen better because then it vill be truly Hindi style with my already tight jeans clinging to my skinny legs and your sari stuck to your plump stomach. But remember, no hanky panky. At least not yet. Sometimes I imagine vhat it vould be like if you vere not in my life. But then I can smell the curry powder on you breath and I know you vill be in my life forewer! I luwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww you wery wery much. Don't ewer porget. . . You are my little samosa and I am your chutney. You are my chicken curry and I am your nan. You are my idli and I am your sambar. You are my mango and I am your lassie. Pease accept this as a statement of my undying luw for you. Phorewer and ewer and ewer. |
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