GLOWING BOSOM

GLOWING BOSOM 

Harrish Joy: MODERN LOVE LETTERS, Letter No. 98. A professor falls in love with one of his girl pupils.

My Dear Junila,

Don't be surprised to receive this letter from me. You may naturally enquire why, of all other girl students in the college, I have taken notice of you particularly. It is not the face, not the arms or the legs, not the shoulders, not the eyes or the nose or the lips or even the locks of hair on the head, but it is the glowing bosom.

I do not deny that some of the other girl students also have the same glowing bosom, but then, nobody knows like you how to display that I have literally gone mad. I have forgotten my studies. I do not know why I feel like running away from this world with you.

Yours Admirore [admiringly]

Manish 

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Harrish Joy: MODERN LOVE LETTERS, Letter No. 99. Reply 

My Dear Professor,

Your letter has given me no surprise. I know all men are like you. Excuse me, Professor, you have only displayed your vulgar taste by admiring my glowing breasts.

You have been attracted by my youth. How ungrateful and selfish you are. No Professor, I will never allow you to do that. Don't think of me. Concentrate upon your work.

Let the nation be proud of your noble profession. So, good by [goodbye], Professor. Never again think of writing such letters in future to any of your students. Learn to respect age and position.

Yours Sincerely [sincerely], 

Junila

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WIFE vs. PROSTIUTE 

From Harrish Joy: MODERN LOVE LETTERS, Letter No. 104. A young landlord falls in love with a public prostitute.

My dearest Pushpa,

Before I visited you, I used to think that a prostitute is the most hateful creature because she sells her body for money, and she has no heart, no love, and no affection, but I feel now that a prostitute also has a heart, that she can also love with the same sacred flame as a wife can love her husband. What an irony that human society has made prostitute.

You are much superior to a wife because you can lend much greater pleasure to a man than any of his wives [?!!]. You have given me all the bodily pleasures. I certainly love my wife and yet I must say that I seem to love you more, I have not met you more than twice or thrice while I have lived with my wife at least for six years.

I sometimes believe that you had been my wife in my previous birth. Whatever may be the case, I cannot live without you now. Believe me honestly. But do you really love me.

RED Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days,

Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:

Cuchulain [?] battling with the bitter tide;

The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,

...

Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate,

I find under the boughs of love and hate,

In all poor foolish things that live a day,

Eternal beauty.

Yours [Your] Admirer

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s. videos 

All terrestrial females have been f. by male aliens/Nazis and all have produced Nazi children of male Nazis. We have complete s. videos of each female, I am sure. Cunts can't fool God. - G

Kishalay Sinha [G]

WORD OF CAUTION TO GIRLS 

When a boy advertises for a girl and you think that you are the type he wants, read between the lines [read very carefully for hidden meanings if any]. Then you write a letter stating your fitness but do not send your photo because you never know to what purpose it well [will] be put. Also do not visit the boy at his house if he calls you. The best thing is to invite him to your house and adjudge him in your own sphere. If it is not desirable, then call him to some common place, say, a friend's house or hotel, preferable [preferably] a restaurant. 

(From the INTRODUCTION to Harrish Joy: MODERN LOVE LETTERS)

I have the impression however that westernized Indian girls, like western (and eastern) girls, have become very advanced in regard to making self videos of all types and transmitting their videos to very eager recipients. (Photos have become rather outdated.) Also, nowadays boys call girls.

Kishalay Sinha [G]

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the "devil's gateway"

Woman in India has never been the "devil's gateway" as we find her in the West. Never the less [Nevertheless] the ancient Rishis knew her as an "enigma", as a "labyrinth" and as the "eternal question" discussed so frequently in Europe and America. Woman [Women] in ancient India were bold and not of a slavish mentality. "Go home," said [prostitute] Urvasi to her lover, "thou fool, thou hast not won me."

(From the INTRODUCTION to Harrish Joy: MODERN LOVE LETTERS)

Times have changed and many s. Indian women have become like their s. counterparts in the West (and in the East), I think. 

(I think? Not sure?)

Kishalay Sinha [G]

Nazi বেশ্যা 

Nazi বেশ্যারা কি নিশ্চিহ্ন হয়ে যাবে like Nazi males who will become extinct very soon.

G 

রবীন্দ্রনাথ

f. রবীন্দ্রনাথ f. reincarnation of f. Voltaire aka f. Krishna সিংহ 

Rabindranath was very closely connected to the ghost writer "Sister Nivedita" "ভগিনী নিবেদিতা" nee Miss Margaret Elizabeth Noble.

G 

সিদ্ধার্থ

AIR Nazi সিদ্ধার্থ is a Nazi clone of evil Nazi Kr.

G 

keats and shakspeare 

Harrish Joy: MODERN LOVE LETTERS Letter No. 2. A warm and passionate proposal

My Dear Harry,

Forgive me for being impertinent and writing to you. But believe me I am helpless before the sharp arrows of cupid [Cupid]. My heart leaps up in joy to behold you in person and I long to be held by you.

You are my heaven by lord [my lord]. I feel I have been born to possess you and be possessed by you. Your robust body, alert mind and charming gait have cast a magic spell on my mind.

Raja please accept me as your paramour [= mistress]. I long fore [long for] the day you shall hold me in your arms. I can't resist the temptation. Countless young men have approached me with their hearts on a platter but I have been unmoved. But you have won me and enslaved me. You are my god. You are my soul. You are my keats [Keats] and you are my shakspeare [Shakespeare].

Awaiting an early response.

Your Juliet,

Asha 

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From Harrish Joy: MODERN LOVE LETTERS: Letter No. 3. A heart-throbbing appeal to a cute dame

23, Tagore Park,

Allahabad.

My Darling Priyaya [Priya],

Pray [to] God for your health and glowing radiance of your youth and beauty. Long have I thought of you. The more I think about you, the more love lorn [lovelorn] I become. Your bewitching smiles have won me. Believe me, I can risk everything for you. I can sacrifice anything to kiss you and to embrace you. I have been enchanted by your magical personality. The ozing [oozing] youth and exuding charm of your beautiful looks have clouded my mind. I can not [cannot] think of anything. I am all the time lost in your thoughts.

I look forward to the day when I shall put my lips on your rosy cheeks. When shall I view your youthful glory. The charm and the appeal you possess can sway even the most hard hearted. Please accept my love and be mine and mine alone.

Please do not refuse my hand. Otherwise life will become a burden for me. I want to make you my life long [lifelong] companion. Not that I shall ravish you and discard you. I shall ever be yours and yours alone. I enjoy good social status. Your each and every want shall be fulfilled.

I care a fig [I don't care a fig] for the worldly considerations of cast [caste] and dowry. I only want you and your love.

Yours [Your] Seeker 

S.K. Gupta