My Vonly Dearest Low,

I have a conpeshion to make. I low u sooooo much. I just low staring
at  your beautiful face all day long. I keep your poto by my bed and look
alvays at it in the night middle time. Everyday I am thanking God for
you for making  Vicco Turmeric Ayurvedic Cream, because without it, you
would not have  that  lovely scent of sandlewood or that lovely wheat
colored complexion just like a fresh baked roti yar.

You are such a delicious specimin of a vooman. Your lips are like
nice, pink, sveet jilebi. Sometimes I vant to bite off your nose because it
reminds  me of a pakora.

Smelling your hair reminds of the days vhen I vas backin  the
motherland and my servant used to rub coconut thel in my hair before I
vould go to sleep. eye vont to run my fingers through your hair, after
eye vash them.  I vill let you be Kajol if you vill let me be Shah Rukh Khan.

We can dance and  if  it rains, it vill be even better because then it
vill be truly Hindi style. eye will swing and dance like mad and even
bhangra pa far you. But remember my mummy will get mad, so no hanky
pranky.

Sometimes I am imagining vhat it vould be like if you were not in my life.
But then I can smell the curry powder on your breath and I know you
will  be  in my life forewer! I lowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww  you wery
wery much.  Don't yewer porget. . . you  my little samosa and I am your
chutney.   You  are my chicken curry and I am your naan. You are my
aaloo and I am your paratha. You are my mango and I am your lassi.

Please except this as a statement of my undying low for u porever and
ever and ever.

Alvays  porever your vun and vonly,
Many low
pappoo