what I am writing

Love, it was sometime in 1971 we used to cross a sweet shop to reach our school. Time has run a full circle. One day I was at the same place whilst alighted from a bus at 1.30 AM.I was lost but my heart was silent, may be it knew the nuances of earth quakes and wars. I have used to live with the aftermaths. Its not the pakiza song but something else that  strikes me but I do listen to it beside my moving time. Yesterday when I was showered by hell cyclotron by mr modi and your dad with dirtiest stories I wondered may be they feel blessed with this. BUT may be tonight they have understood what I am writing.