Reply by a Sick Person
Your letter is the first from a friend and is like a message reaching a man in prison that all is well in the world he has left behind.
I miss you friends and the football matches, the parties, the grand chocolates, and the films. Sister Aruna here is the only kind soul. The other sisters are angry-looking and bring tasteless medicines as if there were poisons.
O come soon with the comics. Perhaps you might reach before this letter gets to you. Can I ask you to bring me a photograph of our dog, Debbie? I miss her.
Love to all our friends.