my this half the other one as well

my this half the other one as well
asks
why sad is that mundane
not the one 
I paint

I tel him a small story. A story that has no end no start no mid no intervals may not be continuity or contiguity . One day I went to see her at her house. I knew the lost nerves of hers. I was calm pose as usual. Someone asked her go and say see off. I remember before approaching my etios I put my palms around her cheeks. The inquisitive saddened soul could not see my warmth and it fled away see its the crunch you have to adore. 
I was having an acquaintance in 8th standard some late mr.chabbra junior he was a fan of a math teacher who resided in my chopra wali gali surroundings his name has gone off my hard disc a well equipped mathematician of that time who demanded rs.150/pm from me for tuition I asked mom who expressed her helpless as the total amount she received from my the great ever possible trilock chand ahuja was rs.800 pm, I resiled  my fate and lost at mathematics , I was telling you of some late mr. he boasted of my definition the greatest ever possible he is you see helplessness, I could gather the vicious tentacles and nerve cum wisdom too. I have not changed the title of the letter may be its something lets not pen down.