google the God on Vday

Here am I again writing something on V day... Yesterday it's self I ve written some crap on this... And I dint wanted to write again on the same topic... But this one is so cool!!

Came to office early, checked all mails, and was trying to work. As well as I was listening to online radio.
This radio station is from Dubai and its called city 101.6 –Dubai.

Here comes my virtual friend (RJ pucker) whom I think only talks with me. She was telling so many stuffs about this V day.
And she never stopped bla blab la bla… it continued with all the romantic songs... it was nice I was enjoying the music actually... But but she kept on repeating about our famous French commander Napoleon Bonaparte
Its seems this guy has written over 75000 love letters to his wife Josephine De Beauharnais.

I taught Sabir Batia s hotmail could have come very handy to him... Any ways jokes apart.

So my RJ was telling that there is one love letter written by napoleon which she read and she went crazy.
This got me very curious and I was waiting and waiting when she will read but she kept on playing the songs.
God this curiosity was killing me. So now I turned into the best friend of this world GOOGLE and typed Napoleon Bonaparte love letters…. Bingo here u go... It searched 184,000 links in just 0.56 seconds.

I was very lucky enough to get that letter in my 2nd search only... Though it's tough to get what the commander said. It was worth to kill my curiosity and guess what my dear RJ also read out the same letter... This time while she was reading, I also read along with her... Wow these are some times u never wanna miss enjoying it.

My curious friends here is that letter which Napoleon Bonaparte wrote to Josephine De Beauharnais

I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil. Sweet incomparable Josephine, what a strange effect you have on my heart! Are you angry? Do I see you looking sad? Are you worried? ... My soul aches with sorrow, and there can be no rest for your lover; but is there still more in store for me when, yielding to the profound feelings which overwhelm me, I draw from your lips, from your heart a love which consumes me with fire? Ah! it was last night that I fully realized how false an image of you your portrait gives!You are leaving at noon; I shall see you in three hours. Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire. Bonaparte