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Its a cipher letter
Probably I have yet to start writing sciences
When I read news of scientific content
It appears all scientists have studied in my primary school Mirzapur only
I do not get pleased with brains too
suffocated bubbles with broken useless endless thought mechanism
I get jostled at the views
I do appreciate that scientist of USA often shown on discovery channel
who postulated different types of bio tic lives on other planets
but my this letter is not so simple
I have yet to say
love to kiran and anu
absolutely personal meant only for Deepika Padukone No body else
Love
one day I was with navu and ricky at their bal bharti public school annual day. ricky was too small I dont think he can remember this eventful day. but I do know memories are not easily known. A small not that much big lawn is there where students had put their own stalls to make the gathering feel happening at their hearts. Kan and Vaishali did not come to my acquaintanceship till that time. Ricky as usual too playful with small amount of money to have this thing and that thing. Navu asked me to let her know my concentration quotient with the ring and wire play at the show. I tried my best. It was successful and she got a gift of the attempt.
come early
we shall go to that vacant lawn
absolutely personal
I am writing to Deepika Padukone only so that she can open her face book and surf to this entry
I remember there had have been hardly a moment when monotony and tough nerves did not hit me hard
I am comfortable at anu house
but suddenly the nuances of her house make me sick and I run away
at manu marriage manu bridegroom stared at me and anu sitting close set and stirred up herself , anu was lost somewhere else but I knew Its the kiran vicious brain that made anu crank. But even then I could not change my appearances. Her Dad was too opportunistic to sidetrack my worth but her mom I told you my university time sweat heart was lost at her fate to find her loved heart got stray in the wilderness. Even then I was not sure why and how could Time shall play its bullshit haughty role
Even now I do not know anything
I received your call and called you back twice but you did not pick up my call then I thought I can enter your name at the call log , you can come and see its there.
Today you again called from some other number but I have yet to enter its yours
love you.
absolutely personal
Love
I was talking of monotony
remaining in thought process of
probably a harsh reality
rest being filth around
one day I was waiting at sukheja house for anu to turn up
she did come
too love full
Now I went to her house
she was circumscribed by her own mom Dad and herself too
I have written a science
No body can decipher
kiran is on line
I dont interact
she lives within me
I have again written a science
No body can decipher again
Love
there were many historic fools and there are contemporary psychiatric cranks too who are the kingpins of every problem around.
historic fools are Mahatma Gandhi Mohammad Ali Jinnah Jawahar Lal Nehru Indira Gandhi Sanjay and Rajiv Gandhi Morarji Desai Charan Singh Dr.Ambedkar Jagjiwan Ram and sons Darbara Singh VP Singh Arjun Singh Yaub Khan Bhutoo and Banajeer Bhutoo and her present hubby Yaya Khan Musharaf
The contemporary psychiatric sick are Kanshi Ram Mayawati Paswan Jayajalitha Lalu Yadav and Yadavs of UP Takla of Tamil Nadu Reddy
Sonia Gandhi the greatest ever crank
I might have not remembered some but I don't think I should write bibliography.
I may use my powers to dethrone these legacies and the powers too.
wait for time
Its an absolutely personal letter directly meant for Deepika Padukone only ( rest of the world shut your mouth brains and eyes put together. )
Love
when Navu was with me. I used to ferry her to her tuition center at Ranibagh ; a colony nearby my flat. Kan who is one of her class mates often accompanied her as her house is some where nearby too. I have been to her house. One day her mom was witnessing me as I left her ( Kan ) at her house. I could not afford to meet them : too closet house. The entrance was too unfit for my psyche. One day Kan Dad met me at a Dushera Holiday. He was carrying some burnt out sticks of the effigy.He was too stoic at his short interaction with me.
Navu as usual a fan of her friends one day said why I wait out side the tuition center.
I then started making two ferries for the purpose.
You remember I was telling you that one day I went to south block and an IAS Director dealing in my case was too busy and I had to wait in his PA room and her pc was tuned to : jo hum nei dastan sunai apni to aap kyo royei.
tell me how do you feel about this smart episodic narration.
I know you will not pick up your phones.
Love
source of crude petroleum is largely owing to algae, diatoms, early plan tum of geological age of earth
it can be done in synthetic fields with the help of genetic engineering
Not much is required
take present day available climatic species
add a genome of high reproductive quotient taken from Escherichia coli
I was talking of monotony
yes its a bullshit killing reality
There is hardly and straight replies
solutions too
Love is one solution
but where its present
