How wide people smiled to see you last week. A month-old bundle bravely swaddled in a huge theatre foyer, surely the youngest member of the audience. At curtain call the director quipped, “A play on love letters in the time of email.” Recalling your scrunched sleeping silhouette, I silently asked: And what will you grow up to scrawl, if you do write at all, babe?

Rajit Kapur and Shernaz Patel in the play Love Letters