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13 October, 1998
Padma,
It seems I am destined to be friends with women who are willingly wicked, rather amused at my awkwardness, and far too capable of plotting without me being the wiser. Fortunately, Sylvia seems unlikely to meet you or Morag, but I sense that as we all trickle home to Britain I will find myself in trouble up to my eyeballs.
May I still write to you in India? Ill be in Cairo for November, which feels strangely close by comparison of Portugal to Japan. Im sure Ascella and Rupa will be happy for the shorter flights, and you for the warmth before heading north just in time for snows. Real shoes are in order this year, no?
To ask me what I see in a poem - yours, or Naydoos - is a paradox, I think, or a dare for me to capture it in a photograph. Nevermind that you know me to be days away from nineteen and can have little doubt as to what this bursting from the page drives my mind towards, you quash what what could have been a very nice daydream before I even have a chance to imagine the picture I could take. Wicked woman, indeed. Morag would be proud.
I suppose Ill have to be happy - and I am - with the actual photographs Ive been given. Your Paris makes me laugh, and hope to be watching your face when you first see the real thing for yourself. Your gardens make me look forward to next summer when Ill be in Osaka. You, in bright colors, trusting Vijay with closed eyes and arms wide... Please ask your cousin to venture a guess as to what this something you shouldnt be thinking is? If he gets you to include it in your last letter from his company, I vow to put in a good word for him with his lady when next I see her.
Looking two and a half months forward,
Theodore
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Padma,
It seems I am destined to be friends with women who are willingly wicked, rather amused at my awkwardness, and far too capable of plotting without me being the wiser. Fortunately, Sylvia seems unlikely to meet you or Morag, but I sense that as we all trickle home to Britain I will find myself in trouble up to my eyeballs.
May I still write to you in India? Ill be in Cairo for November, which feels strangely close by comparison of Portugal to Japan. Im sure Ascella and Rupa will be happy for the shorter flights, and you for the warmth before heading north just in time for snows. Real shoes are in order this year, no?
To ask me what I see in a poem - yours, or Naydoos - is a paradox, I think, or a dare for me to capture it in a photograph. Nevermind that you know me to be days away from nineteen and can have little doubt as to what this bursting from the page drives my mind towards, you quash what what could have been a very nice daydream before I even have a chance to imagine the picture I could take. Wicked woman, indeed. Morag would be proud.
I suppose Ill have to be happy - and I am - with the actual photographs Ive been given. Your Paris makes me laugh, and hope to be watching your face when you first see the real thing for yourself. Your gardens make me look forward to next summer when Ill be in Osaka. You, in bright colors, trusting Vijay with closed eyes and arms wide... Please ask your cousin to venture a guess as to what this something you shouldnt be thinking is? If he gets you to include it in your last letter from his company, I vow to put in a good word for him with his lady when next I see her.
Looking two and a half months forward,
Theodore
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