I remember it was as big a scene as eyes could make out. Jan.18.2014. 12.31 AM

Love
I wrote you I can not write you sciences, the reasons are probably known to me only.  One day I remember it should be 1960, I think I earlier referred to this episode to say like, the earthen damn surrounding / encircling our village mirzapur was complete within a short period of say 24 hr continuous efforts by the villagers. Dad planned his version of strategy with his known peoples. Whole of the lands were submerged with neck deep flood waters of river gaghar. There were many issues to be tackled at. A huge bara of domestic cattle was to be fed on regular basis say three times a day. I remember Dad was standing at the site where he asked the village carpenter to make a wooden boat for the ensuing struggle with the Nature. Dad was having huge logs/twigs of Acacia arabica with him that were dried in the previous summer season.  It was meticulously cut into thin and float y pieces  and keenly jointed together with available iron nail . I remember it was a couple of hrs when a boat shape structure was visible to me. Dad and his peoples put it on the small bullock cart. It was a journey of say about 15 minute when I saw boat was smoothly lowered on the waters. A huge village made cord was made available as an anchor to thwart the push and pull of the water not to let it sway away. Mornings and Evenings were witnessed by huge hectic schedule when Dad and other villagers were using this god sent machine to fetch the forage and the like from the submerged fields .  I remember it was as big a scene as eyes could make out.  

its me. Jan . 17.2014. 10.23 PM

I know it tough
say not yet

you come flying
tell my heart

its me
its me

thou arms 
spread through my width
slow
fast
still hard
warm
thou heart
it says

its me
its me

Love
I will not be writing on sciences, but probably I may continue to write you love letter s . I have a very very bad experience at my carrier or say the so called job point of view , may be I could have lived a better life in having a bloody kiryanei ki dukan. 

whole life has gone burnt up love. Jan.15.2014.8.27 PM

Love
at my univ days I remember I was very slow at writing what the tutors or say professors uttered during their lectures in the class rooms spread over say 35 minutes walks or so . I was having a friend Mr. Jaspal Singh Kalra , he belonged to sirsa, he was too generous to hand over his notes and such material meant for exams and the like. University library had one room meant for reference books but there was hardly a book  worth referring at. 
I purchased quite a number of books from different sources. One day I was having such a heavy load of books that it literally made a terrific experience to carry with whilst at Chandigarh bus stand. Books had to be carried as the pattern varied from writer to writer and I was appearing in so many exams to get a job. I remember when I was knocked at IAS exam I felt like burning all the stuff

whole life has gone burnt up love.  

I remember I was telling you of psychiatry. Jan.14.2014.9.02 PM

Love
I remember I was telling you of psychiatry.  I know this is such waters probably surfing may not start ; In our hostel we had a co operative mess. Hostel supported three mess in total two were co operative one was general in the hands of a contractor appointed by the university authorities. I remember it was difficult to find one who could handle the responsibility of co operative management and the like. We used to depute a person / student to fetch the vegetable s and other items in bulk from sector 26 Chandigarh.

I remember I had gone their only with the whimsical memories of sunita minhas only but those period / events could not become the troubleshooter s for me rather when I served those peoples and became a part of life of sector 26 ; that memory hard disc comes as a bloody Lata Mangeshkar or say bloody Aishwarya Rais damn galei sei laga lo hamei etc etc. 

well in psychiatry I referred to so called factors but I have yet to tell you that these factors are driven by shadow files that make a bio physiological path that literally becomes a bloody cess pool. 

mirzapur odour . Jan,14.2014.2.49 PM

Love
I remember there was no machines available with mom for her mundanes. She used to get up at 5 AM in the morning irrespective of climate and was fond of her early encounter with the kitchen and related aspects. There was a big earthen pot , mom used to fill it with milk at say 38 degree Celsius which mom measured with her finger touch only at around say 9 early night hrs. 

curd bacteria

the curd bacteria were taken from the curd of the previous day or say lassi  kept in a wooden Almira having iron air filter s to make it aerobic in climatic conditions. After finishing her kitchen work I remember she was busy with washing clothes and soap was made by Dad with Arandi , a plant belonging to Euphorbiaceae family of the plants. Later on it was available in local market so Dad discontinued as its time consuming process hindered his farm related work.

When I went to sirsa , the teacher s were not that ground reality friendly. I remember one Mr. Surinder Kumar used to taunt on our stinky smell of the clothes. I wondered what sort of that smell could be but never ventured to enquire from him. There was no perfume available in house as Dad never purchased one. I know I have given latest deodorants  to anu to make her comfortable with the stink of sirsa.

I have purchased new covers for the quilts and have quick washed to remove the mirzapur odour to make you freshening fresh come early to enjoy the winter of Delhi. 

Now I will be able to wash your panties very fast. Jan .14.2014.11.58 AM

Love
I am pen downing my love to you from my kirkus jd-1-b pitampura new delhi -110088, it has many rooms and all are lying vacant. I have tried my best to cleanse it a better. I have learned how to quick wash the clothes. It takes hardly 19 minutes only. Now I will be able to wash your panties very fast.

I remember I used to wash toilet ridden panties of sunita minhas over life time.

any how 

its kiran only who has told me how to live. I have yet to understand her genii nerves.