Reply Letter to Friend “After recovery from a long illness”
Dear Uncle
I owe my health to good wishes and prayers of near and dear ones like you rather than the medicines and injections of physicians. Truly said by Tennyson: “Such things are wrought by prayers as the world can never dream of.”
I never knew whether I was dead or alive until your hymns echoed in my ears as I lay somnolent for weeks at a stretch. Your prayers have lured the fleeing spirit back into the mortal coil.
I shall never be able to repay you for the toils, troubles, and tribulations I caused you when I lingered precariously between life and death.
Yours lovingly
Neena
