I know anu she is too hard to understand. Jan.18.2014. 3.05 PM.

 Love
This snap of yours is worth of writing to you in Hindi. Probably you will wonder what's that bullshit Hindi. I do not know from whom I learnt to speak. Dad remained a busy person all the time what I can see back mom was too lost at her domestic chores and the like. Well ! may be if I can recall back it were the domestic cattle he calf or she calf or say in chaste punjabi kati for female buffalo calf , I have searched the net but to no avail. Any how, Probably I told you earlier Dad loved his domestic cattle to an extent that it was a part of his family so to say, I was generally playing with them whilst sitting in their fodder eating kachha embankment. I remember their food was too good and sometimes I did taste the boiled wheat mixed with village made gur. Sometimes when I did not leave the place of their eating substances they politely pushed me away and started eating the cached food. 

One day Dad asked me to accompany him to the farm areas. I saw a huge chullah spooked by fire wood supporting a huge iron container which consisted of boiling raw sugar cane juice. Dad mixed some shakarkandi with the froth and after sometime delicious ready to eat sweet potato was ( I am feeling sleepy good night.) offered by Dad to me saying just have it and say how its feels like so to say. 

Dad was very warm at his heart , I remember he used to collect exotic things for every body around him.

At present where my tubewell stands, it is the place which I have sckeched a love 8 D you can see feel touch and become a part of it. 

sometimes I feel like making a one room set at this place. it will be a big room supported by basic facilities of kitchen and others. All side open but provided with climate control mechanism. I do not intend to spend much on this facility. It will be within my original clerkia aukat. I will place basic life supporting necessaries in it. I know your time is too precious you may come like a flying person but I know this place may evoke a feeling or say touch of life which your costliest beeches of the world may not even afford to replicate. 

I know anu she is too hard to understand.

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.