Meena, please divorce Prakash Saint Paul. His relentless treachery against me is making it extremely impossible for me to carry on. I’ve copped it and copped it. But now he’s become too desperate. I’m going to lose everything I worked so hard for because of his selfish treachery and hijacking. It is become impossible for me. I’m 61.

Dirty creepy fish Albanese, you got my maid to damage my laptop in Leo and Capricorn; you got her to crack my floor tile in Scorpio and Aries; you got her to steal my doormat and you got stuff from my cage burgled. I curse you in the most vicious way. You spineless creep. Fuck off to the deepest abyss for eternity. Curse you that all the ill be yours.

I want to ask the universal powers that be and the Supreme Being: Is there any beauty in duty for eternity, where the same people that commit crimes, treachery and chicanery defeat your very purpose all the time?