Kallu, my dear friend

My dream of you, my dear friend, is interminable.
My dream of you is your image in my hearth, in my mind, in which you are dreaming by our friendship, by your work, a marvelous future for your children,























-your enchanting son ,



















your delightful daughter,

alongside you and your wife,














you and me friends for ever,












living together a long, long life, again, by all the holy India's lands, no more separated by thousands of miles, but next-door neighbours in some remote village of the Madhya Pradesh, a green, clean, quiet place, as your hearth of hearts.