I dream often of India and think of you over there. My dear Susie, please love the sun for me, listen to travellers tales on beaches, sleep out under the stars watching bats fly past the moon, explore the Thar desert dunes with the nomads, drive through the Himalayas, talk with Gurus and mischievous saddhus, give the children chocolates, do Buddhist chants in palm tree forests, eat ice cream, scuba-dive in the warm turquoise water in the reefs, explore the Kama Sutra in a houseboat in Kashmir landscapes furnished with antiques from the British Empire, giggle in a hammock, dance to the gypsy drums, ponder a sunset over the funeral pyres of the holy Varanasi. Then send me telepathic memories.