I have no more ultimate powers with me they have gone with the winds
now I am just a person of 54 yrs with my personal achieved know how
its all mundane nothing super natural or metaphysical
I have cached your snap as usual
I have conceded myself a failed genius with my retirement date approaching like I failed in IAS exams
its only me who know the pains
slow poisoning of self with dejection
and life long humiliation has been a stark reality till this day
I remember my failed worth as if I have received the result only today
One day I was at Nainetal Khaziar , its called one of the tal of the 7 tals of this mountain ranges
I think its exact name is Bhimtal or something like that
I am talking of 1977
Every n anon spoke of you
and I was lost searching the opiating environs around me and looked sunita minhas instead
It was the month of Jan only
The waters looked too crystalline blue studded with the fragrance which I remember it was love only
I remember where ever you went I searched your path
Later on you were with your friends in Nainetal market
I purchased a necklace with the pittance from my Dad
I always saw it in your neck
the market was too enigmatic your presence made it scintillating
and again it was love only I am sure
Some how you agreed to my request to take a cup of coffee in a restaurant nearby
I remember You forgot how to sit in the pitch darkness of the interiors
Later on you were playing your game at a nearby grounds
I was lost at your moments of happenings
I do not know
whether I have written you a love letter
or something else
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