I am the Nepali prostitute writing love letters to you in broken Hindi,quoting bad shairs by movie Mujrewaalis to give my love dignity, a name.
You are the client who is missing when I open my eyes in the morning.
I will never know you carry my letters in your wallet,show them to friends on drunken evenings.
You will never know how far the idea of loving you took me.
(not by me. i read it in the blog http://andthenthemonk.blogspot.com/...whoever wrote it ...my regards)