Lit large.

I am writing you a letter that if did not convince you a horrible disastrous end is just in making for whom let me not name it. One day I told you I helped out of courtesy a senior col and his mom  and dropped him at his residence at India Gate officer hostel accommodation. I noticed his wife was ready to serve cooked rice to them well decorated at the dinning table. I asked them ok sir I am leaving. The lady only took me a pity driver and did not offer me  even a glass of water. I told you till day I am wondering at the fragrance of rice lit large.