One day it so happened I decided to go to village by train and via sirsa, I do not remember why I decided in this stupid way, probably I was having a zen that got crashed on NH 14 after Hissar and the accident was so horrific that even today I fail to understand why I survived that crash. May be, I have yet to write some more letters to you. I was standing at sirsa railway station at around say 10.30 PM , it was not a less pain full scenario , I will not write of that hidden things, I was locating the lost memories and how to negotiate the things in new found land. Sukheja contacted me and asked me to wait for his son who was coming on a bike. I was asking the waiting private veh how to reach sukheja place as I was probably not aware of any lane or by lane and I was practically brought up at sirsa only for say 4 yrs at a strech from 6th to 10 th standard and one yr at National college sirsa too. I will further not elaborate on such contradictory sentences. Any how, your this snap is again mine only.
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