This snap of yours is worth of writing to you in Hindi. Probably you will wonder what's that bullshit Hindi. I do not know from whom I learnt to speak. Dad remained a busy person all the time what I can see back mom was too lost at her domestic chores and the like. Well ! may be if I can recall back it were the domestic cattle he calf or she calf or say in chaste punjabi kati for female buffalo calf , I have searched the net but to no avail. Any how, Probably I told you earlier Dad loved his domestic cattle to an extent that it was a part of his family so to say, I was generally playing with them whilst sitting in their fodder eating kachha embankment. I remember their food was too good and sometimes I did taste the boiled wheat mixed with village made gur. Sometimes when I did not leave the place of their eating substances they politely pushed me away and started eating the cached food.
One day Dad asked me to accompany him to the farm areas. I saw a huge chullah spooked by fire wood supporting a huge iron container which consisted of boiling raw sugar cane juice. Dad mixed some shakarkandi with the froth and after sometime delicious ready to eat sweet potato was ( I am feeling sleepy good night.) offered by Dad to me saying just have it and say how its feels like so to say.
Dad was very warm at his heart , I remember he used to collect exotic things for every body around him.
At present where my tubewell stands, it is the place which I have sckeched a love 8 D you can see feel touch and become a part of it.
sometimes I feel like making a one room set at this place. it will be a big room supported by basic facilities of kitchen and others. All side open but provided with climate control mechanism. I do not intend to spend much on this facility. It will be within my original clerkia aukat. I will place basic life supporting necessaries in it. I know your time is too precious you may come like a flying person but I know this place may evoke a feeling or say touch of life which your costliest beeches of the world may not even afford to replicate.
I know anu she is too hard to understand.
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