I am writing you my love on the backdrop of say 1959. You may get astonished by the time you read the last word. One day I remember mom dad and mom came to village. Mom mom was too affectionate and generally was busy at dressing me and giving some food. Mom Dad was not less affectionate in any way of reckoning. I remember he used to have hukka from my Dad and was busy in gossiping with me however I hardly remember his gossips. He was very tall handsome person but I have very shaded memory of his physique. I generally noticed mom mom was busy at too many works and generally offered cloths to mom dad which were silvery white in shine. Probably they stayed in our house at village for 25 days. At the fag end of their itinerary mom dad did not have his dose of opium/ afim with him. He was hope ful it may be available at village environments. Dad tried his best but those days this was not available as cheap liquor was the only intoxicant of those days that too made from local sources say some acacia arabica roots. Dad never knew that liquor may not help in such emergent situations.
he sent his messenger to Rajasthan border for the medicine.
I remember mom dad was happy at last to have some more days to live peace fully.
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