472 East Lane,
Kolkata - 99.
25/12/1990.
9.30 am

Dear Hussain Bhai,

Merry Christmas to you and your family. Now you must have reached your home in Lahore and probably having breakfast with my lovely Bhabi-ji. Please convey my loving wishes to her and the children.
I can never thank you enough for what you did for me and Mom last night. Without your help we would have been in dire trouble. My father allowed me to participate in the programme only after getting assurance from the organisers that a car would be provided to us to drop us back home. But once the programme was over we were completely forgotten! The artistes, organisers and their guests jumped into three of the four cars and left in a hurry to attend their Christmas parties. None of them gave us a second glance. Mom was getting paranoid as it became apparent to her that we would have to return home by our own. It was nearly eleven and getting a cab would be impossible so late at night. Then you emerged from the green room and your eyes suddenly fell upon us. You stopped in your track and asked why we hadn't gone home yet. Your caring words sent Mom almost into tears. She narrated how everyone ignored us and left us to our fate. Your expression showed how shocked you were at the selfishness of these people....