No.33, SSK Chawl,
Dharavi Cross Road,
Mumbai – 17.
17/02/2015.
My dear Kamal,
I was
really happy to read your letter. You’ve rightly classified me as a borrower.
But I’m a borrower of books, not of money. I confess to the waekness of
forgetting to return the books I borrow. I sometimes feel, like Falstaff, that
‘paying back’ is a double labour better dispensed wirh.
But, to
be earnest, I am extremely sorry for the delay in returning your novel. I supposed
that your bracketing me with Coleridge was jocular. I’ve only one thing in
common with Coleridge – indolence. Anyway, I will call on you on 20th February,
of course with that delightful book of yours.
Yours lovingly,
