I think I told you of my going to Taz Mahal. I was on leave for 20 days. My leave was being spied upon but then I felt fools remain fools only. We started from this house at early hrs of the month of June. It may be May I am probably not sure of date line. Sanjeev was my co driver. anu kiran and her mom they prepared the food at gurgaon and brought for all of us. I have been to this highway but my memory did not support me. I remember I asked anu to locate some place where we could stop for a while. Probably it was her nerves we could find a good place after say a drive of 2.5 hrs. When I am pen downing this letter to you I am unable to recollect all the happening moments of mine as dust storms of what not have literally destroyed which rose garden not. I have read in books rose gardens are never promised and woods are deep I have miles to go: probably its the lines of some Frost of USA which I am recollecting to make my letter a little worth to read at. Kiran and Sanjeev ordered for pronthas curd and a cup of tea after some time. I could recollect it was not lesser to any five star may be a sense of belonging makes everything feel rosy. Sanjeev took over after this point and I was simply relaxing but I remember I did not miss you as the company matters where ever we happen to be.
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