It's just love isn't it by Joy Rajan

            I stood in front of the mirror. I could feel my eyes starting to burn. I had to look away. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror. My own reflection haunted me. I looked at the ill fragile image of me and I grew disgusted.             I kept hearing all those voices in my head from people around me. The worst was from my parents: "Why haven't you gotten married?" "Date! Why don't you? Is it because of your problem?" "You know Mom and I are praying for you that your desires will be gone." "You can't have these feelings for another woman. It's not natural. It's just a perversion of friendship." "God will make you normal again so you can't find a nice man and get married." All I heard in their voice was that I was a mistake. I closed my eyes as I heard the train go by in the background. Every fibre of my body wanted me to go the train tracks, stand there and wai...

  To my dearest, It has been such an eventful time here in Australia. Or The Land Down Under as the locals call it. I must confess that though it has its beauty, Australia is not home. The heat and the humidity is rather overwhelming at times. O my dear how I miss England. And most of all I miss you! I hope you are well and with all my heart I wish I was in your arms. I cannot believe how far the world has come. We have been so tormented by war, hate, death, and sorrow; it is so hard to believe that life has started up again. Well my letter has to be brief I'm afraid. I will write to you soon that I can safely promise you. I cannot believe how long it has been since I left home and tomorrow I will be returning to you. Be happy my love, do not grieve any longer. I will return. All I ask is that you pray for my safe return. Love you always             I placed the letter down. I had to burn it but I couldn't. We ...