Letter 1 (January 6th 1953)
	11 Elizsha Rd Batticaloa 1 .6. 53 Monday 8:45 a.m. Peace my Darling, Well here I am once again two hundred and fifty six miles away from you my beloved; but from that moment I left you on Saturday night every mile that took me further and further away from you only tended to bring you yyet closer to me, that there was not a moment in my journey when I did not feel the warm and joyful throb of your heart against mine. Distance does not mean anything to me darling when you mean everything to me my own. I left Galle early on Sunday morning at 5:15 a.m.. I arrived at Hambanthota at 8.15.a.m. and had breakfast at the Rest House there and left for Moneragala, via Wellawaya at 10 a.m. This rest house at hambanthota is situated on a delightful spot commanding a beautiful view from the Hillock and overlooking the town on one side and the sea on the other. I missed you very much here darling; how blissful it would have been to enjoy these picturesque scenes with you near me and my arms round your waist! Yes Peace I need you my own, every moment of my life. From Hambanthota to Moneragala my road now took me through seventy miles of thick, dark and dreadful jungles. For all the world I would not undertake such a journey alone with you. The risk my dear is too great and you are too precius. From 12:30 to 2 p.m. I was at the Moneragala Rest House. And then from Moneragala to Maha Oya via Bibile (some 60 odd miles) was an equally hazardous journey. I left Maha Oya rest House at 5.15 p.m. and arrived at Batticaloa, (I thank God, and you for your prayers) safely without mishap whatsoever at 6.30 p.m. - 6.30 p.m. darling, the time I call on you often in the evenings to take you fondly in my arms and kiss you without end. Tired, worn out, exhausted I arrived but there was no one here on whose bosom I could not rest my aching head. Would that you were here that moment Peace. Like my journey which I did in relays so is my letter to you today -in relays. It is 10.30 a.m. now and I have just had a letter from my sister in Kandy. She says she could get the ring made in Kandy and that it would be ready in about three weeks from now. So then peace, God willing, we can have our engagement a few days before Sheila's wedding. Since your sister Sheila's wedding falls on a Saturday, I am afraid darling darling we may have to have our engagement mid-week since it is impossible for me to obtain such a long leave so that two Saturdays fall within that period. I wonder Peace how the mid-week would suit you. I have written quite a long letter this time my dear and I can still continue with this letter, but it is almost time for the mail and I must conclude as always, that I am my dear Peace, Ever your Kumar

		Letter 2 (November 6th 1953)
	11 Elizsha Rd Batticaloa Thursday 11 .6. 53 9:30 p.m Peace my Darling, I am sure darling by the time this letter leaves the Batticaloa Post Office your letter in reply to my earlier one would have reached my address, and I only will have to hasten from office at 4.30 pm. to devour its content as I would your lips. I have got the roll of film printed and developed and have already sent three of them to my sister in Kandy. She will be retaining only one of them, which ever pleases her most, and returning the other two. I shall then send you all the printed copies. Peace my dear you have come off well in most of those, but the one in which I wished you would appear at your best, namely the one in which you are perched like a pigeon on the mudguard of my (our) car, you look darling rather melancholy and sad with eyes strained heavenwards. We shall try again Peace, the self same pose but with a more cheerful smile to light up that face, that cheek and those eyes that I have again and again kissed so often. But the one you appear at your best Peace is where the two of us only are together, that particular one which your father took having "brought us together". But unfortunately the old gents hands appear to have been unsteady and the snap is a trifle blurred. In one of those sanps where I took you alone standingyou have come off very clearly and well, but in the other of a similar pose your head is drooping like some honey-laden sweet-scented far too much to one side. It is as if it lacks the support of my head to keep it erect! What a picture that would make darling. But who my dear is to photograph us so! That heady thought has gone right to my head. Its time that I laid my head on my pillow, if only to think that the softness of the pillow is the silky softness of your tender cheeks, and to dream perchance my dear Peace, that even in my sleep though distance yawns between us, you are still with me and that I am truly, Ever your Kumar
	barr-kumarakulsinghe