had you started on foot from Bombay you would have reached this flat.

Love, probably my too desolate moments trigger me to write to you that often , I know writing love letters makes no sense at all. I remember last to last month or may be earlier when I waited for you to come to me but you went on clicking but never bothered to reach me. I think its that time had you started on foot from Bombay you would have reached this flat. Love there was time when peoples used to go on foot only and I remember some Chander Shekhar traveled India on foot to gather votes and the like. Contours have changed now peoples have taken mikes as bhompu and make the drums of corruption corruption and some sundri sundri terei baal bahut nayarei and peoples have forgotten the real life itself and taken to streets as if some bloody gold is there and lets loot it. Any how love ! system can not be created and maintained in this bloody hawkish way of thinking and throwing away the bloody frustration like an old person near to my flat comes and throw s all his non sense and frustration of life on me. I listen to it so faithfully as if lord rama has come to tell of sita.