Dearest joyie,

I was sitting by the sea at 12.30 am last night...discussing the Israeli Palestinian conflict with a punch of Assamese humour...as the cold sea breeze blew...i lifted the collars of my (your) jacket to shut out the wind from entering my ears...waiting endlessly for one of our phones to ring...(preferably mine)...it did ring in the end...only to make me laugh and tell me not to wait anymore...