August, 1973. Napier, New Zealand. 

 
 
 
 
You take my breath away sometimes,
 
when I catch you unaware of my  gaze.

You are so much a woman and yet so much a little girl.  

A  woman-child.

You wonder what it is that I see in you,

which makes me love you so.

My darling Rushki,

it’s all the things one cannot  see.