I always miss your gift.

In Psychiatry who gives gifts is a symptom of some other things. I was sitting in the chartered bus that brought us back to Port Blair from chyria Tapu. Port Blair down town looked like a lit heaven ocean waters kissing the sides of road embankments. Some people were strolling around may be in love with the gifts hidden hard at their heart. Some time it gave an aura of Shimla at its Morning hrs. At other moments it looked like Nainetaal with its blue jheel touching the shores as some gifts are not defined at all. When I prepared for civils I used to read too much stuff some were boring cumbersome irrelevant may it was to negotiate the gift of the issue. Some times I felt whether it was possible for you be with me at that moment as I always miss your gift.