Do write to me of my flowers to you.

CP which once called as a bullshit horse house to rest upon, is what I am using as a backdrop to paint this love letter. I was standing with my acquaintance s after a night meals. I know I did not recall you the reason probably was the host was at the receiving end by a beauty and I thought I will be doing a dis service and deceit to his hard earned money if I even thought of you say for a moment etc. She is a teacher by profession and I have a very bad knowledge of this profession as the females do a bloody best possible drama and mahabharta with their hubbies and pour their whole shit upon them. Its now a days is prevalent practically in every profession and females have chosen to be skirty and skipy as a fashion or a facade to say like. CP is divided into three phases of life in one single day. day is business/professional peoples evening is holidaying ones and late evening is masalchi ones. I noticed a person/ waling vendor was having beautiful necklaces of freshen fresh magnolia buds. The fragrance was so scintillating it attracted my vision and psyche too.