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Love
this snap became a necessary evil to catch
one reason is
I have not such an original posture of yours with me
Any how
now I am changing the purpose of writing
I was in my prep medical class at DAV college Chandigarh
its equivalent to 11th standard of now a days
I as usual a stupid and dude at achievement part of the scenario
looked too intelligent and possessed on face value
having a few books in hand with a note book and pen
The principal was an oldy chap with too much of experience at his hand
he was horribly impressed
till date
I wonder at me
and
at his experience.
Love
when I was just say a toddler
Dad kachha house was something too romantic to me
I remember
a nice day Dad bought two rabbits for us to play with
We planned our best
a small ditch was dexterously dug
and small bits of wheat loafs
a pot of water and milk in another make shift utensil
Dad was having a very big wheat cleaning porous dust cleaner
we put them underneath during late evening
probably we could not visualize its bio instincts
cat sat on it
the fear psycho killed one of them
next morning we requested Dad to give back the lone heart
where it belongs to
Puran Chand was a professional cyclist during those days of happenings
he used to bring people from sirsa and fetch them back too
it was a kacha road along the banks of water supply canal
well maintained by a baildar and staff
I remember it was in use till very late
I used to go on local bus to meet Dad
and generally lost at the glory of
that pathway
its now in ruins just like my Dad house
I do not know hindi nor sanskrit
I wished to know this bullshit medium of expression
as
the heights of non sense have gone beyond a threshold value
Love
I was probably never comfortable at any moments of mine
I remember at the 3rd yr semester system of my graduation school
tutor s were too keen to tell us
the dummy brain I possessed
we were having the practical part of the excursion in collecting live and exotic plants and to preserve them
Dalhousie and the rest house in deep woods
it was probably one hr walk to the main center of city
one of my acquaintance too fond of white gin
probably the smell was the practicality of decision
I put my best efforts in my room No. 2/31 to arrange and rearrange the delicate beauties
I remember the stink till date
Love
I really dont know where these makhis with you will hide their face today
I have been to a village where tomorrow I will be a part of the polling party handling election process to the state assembly of Delhi
two young ladies were busy at their mundanes
probably wanted to know
how far we are not fit to be called the Dad phenomenon
Definitely they performed and approached to the concept
probably their husbands were away on some other far related jobs
but darling ask these bastards
have they ever spent even one hour to negotiate the mundane crunch
do they know how to pull a bullock cart single handedly
do they know how to make gobar uplas
do they know how to milch a buffalow
do they know how to keep the milk and related proceeds and support the family in unison and look beautiful too
Do they know how to make small cookies to earn livelihood for the family
whilst the mentor is away from or say on some other related jobs
have they taken the bloody contract
to befool the young hearts
with their foolish acts
and earn crores of rupees
and boast of their bloody mom and Dad
Love
I know why you have posted such a beautiful image of yours
I am writing a love letter that may disturb you to your last breath or say nerves
I was posted as SO in QMG Coord Office in not far away time , its some where in 1998-99 or so
I was working with another SO whose work was related to financial matters what we call budgeting in our office parlains
he was having 2nd wife and kid of that lady too
he used to withdraw cash (only cash) to please that lady for her endless desires
he is a retiree now
darling
I wonder
how you can afford a retiree with you
with no useful cash in hand
Love
at present rural India is something better to urban one
had congress not come to powers
yes its definitely a political interpretation
but love you see you have beautiful cars , platform to perform
Indian s as a mass have been befooled by the goodies factor s
I remember at my early days
baisakhi day mom gave a necklace made of ber patasa gari and kishmish
I used to walk or say stroll in the lanes and open space
spent my lonely existence
eating the goodies one by one
may be
I have yet to learn
how to live
all alone
