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Dad was literate upto 5th standard only and that too of British era Urdu schools
he was good at mathematics
but probably he knew his possessions may not be of any worth so he was not keen on any thing
I remember he taught me how to calculate on fingers
I was a misfit at a platforms of infinite connotations
One day Dad brought a chimney for me
it was a kerosene lamp having a broad base with a broad chimney tapering at upper and lower base
the florescence of light was too pleasing
I used it whilst studying at late evening hrs
I remember insects used to be all around
but love
that romance
I see in you
and ricky
Love
you may wonder
but I really don't have any relevance to so called entertainment media or means what it may be
one thing is feeling of one ness
that is a pure science darling
when I was purchasing for you and anu , kiran too
I was at your arms length
wanted a call too
at other moments
its all empty nerves
striking each other
at logger heads
all the time
may be
I cant say
love
when you and anu will walk with your hand
yeah one by one
both sides occupied
sirsa may get trans formed
anu was saying she is a little fond of kaju sweets
I was too nervous at her coming taxing days
she may get completely recovered by end of Jan
Love
Dad was mundane to the last thread of his happening nerves
he never wanted bloody bullshit sentimental personality in any shape
but love Dad is Dad only
One day he deputed me to fetch a new Philips radio walkie talkie size from his known peoples at Hanuman garh Junction''
I came to railway station by a rustic rehra of that period
train was at time say 7 in the morning hrs
next morning I was coming back to Dad place
he was happy to listen to news only at this new found machine
later on I came to know
Dad paid say Rs. 325 at that time
this money is darling a bomb money of that period
I never asked him any question
I joined panjab university in 1971 at Dav College Chandigarh
I could only afford a private hostel
the campus hostel was for meritorious ones
I missed Dad and mom
the road surrounding the Aggarwal boys hostel sector 15 Chandigarh
and bullshit songs
I really pity the brains til date.
love
you can notice
I have cached a public snap of you
I was standing at gurgaon mall to have some clothes
not meant for me
they charge bloody months salary for bullshit items
I prefer Kanpur instead
I was lost at anu
she was knocked out with some disease
No.
She didn't inform me
Love
this snap is too good
when in my school days at sirsa
mom used to ask me to go to village during vacation days
Dad usually tasked me to sit at the site where food grains were heaped up for further pick up
it was a make shift
two big cots
shades of gunny bags
cushions too
temperatures used be boiling one
probably
that love and relevance
made all romantic
