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Its not fair you have not sent even a single message to help me in my dirty job of arranging the house hold. My Dad was a karam yogi so he could create me. He is always infinite to me. And I shall always be a petty creature in front of my Dad persona.
tell me of whom you are so scared , you of your self or something else.
Its a very disturbing letter
the secret of USA misdeeds are as follows
it deliberately follows the sovereign bond s route and keeps the currency hi fi .
The dubious intentions are as follows :
suck the euro dollars
magnetize the petro dollars
keep the mammoth intact
so that white sharks can never die their natural deaths and twisters or say tornado s go on rampaging the fragile ecosystem s of its territory
but who will check it
Love
have you noticed
I have changed the way of addressing
I was not a bright student under any reckoning
reasons may be many
less focused, inability to put whole physiological worth, diversion s of plethora of things, the lag quotient just reverse to jet lag , non existentialization of basic cardinals etc
I was probably in 9th standard
our history tutor or say teacher , I remember his name too , Mr. Surinder Kumar.
used to have a rod of pure cane bamboo
one day he asked me and others to do some home work
next morning I was a dude
you have not come to me
I have exhausted my patience
tomorrow I shall be going to office
I have some excel classes
I was telling you
probably its my Dad only
I can not be built
even these days the environment in my village is too hostile
your camera person s will run away
with the facility available there
but I am sketching a period of 1952
Dad was too short of help
he ran the show himself
he was not assisted by any machinery
you are talking of glamour
Dad made define the glamour
I got interrupted
why I am defining him and his period
can not be understood by donkeys
at night
the cattle Dad maintained had to be made free to run in the spacious place of his earthen house so that they can have less bites of mosquito like flying blood sucking insects but thousands times more invasive and painful
you can not say
shiela Dixit is corrupt
its the public
who is corrupt
the days which I was telling you
probably internalization is a factor
its rejected as preaches at the first instances
that blocks the very purpose of reading itself
there were no roads as I referred to
Dad used his by cycle of the yore
its not in my direct vision
he made his world of romance and mundane put together
carried his cot s building material s from far away place
its known as sirsa town now a days
probably
romance
it comes with brains only
Dude
yes sometimes I do fall short of words
or say vocabulary
my Dad time did not witness the electronic boom time
but probably it was not less behind
he was using his lands for mixed type of crop and other plants
I told you he was more doctorate possessed than the dummy doctorates around
that you may happen to see around
at corridors of powers and the like
he deployed couples of peoples mostly ladies
cotton crop needed hand picking
evening hrs used to be of hustle bustle all around
his earthen house was full of live music
happening eventful
he used to weigh the cotton himself too
his way of remembering the weight was a little poetic
I am putting my best to tell you
say you have 1000 blouses panties etc
the normal counting shall be in chanting fashion
at the end of one sequence
I will give some of the panties and blouses
as a barter
and reward of your love to me
I was telling you
my Dad and his days
Dad faced a hell non sense and critique s
but his dexterous nerves were so refined to neutralize any bastards around
he used to decide the fights
often emanating of and from local issues
his secret of success was
patient listening
and let the adversary retire of his confidence quotient
and clinch the matter
