Dear Missy You're a child. Very young. Little one. A small person, a baby, beautiful, completely a genius like Uncle Nawab Sahib. He's the hero of Vikram Vedha, it's releasing on the thirtieth, watch British tv, funny serials that your grandpa, the erstwhile Nawab Sahib of Pataudi loved. Or cartoons. Here, I'm trying to replicate a tradition. Your sweet mum, the princess, has penned historically ingenious letters. Once, your pops went to see her and she was writing her British uni. I read about it recently on the net. This could be published traditionally. Meaning for a fee, moneys paid to the writer. You know how I own all writing, past, present and future, no moneys! Not to worry. You'll be forever rich. You're one of the richest children in the world. You're much besides, please refer to the first paragraph. I'm younger than your mommy, older than poppy. Uncle Vicky
