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I have received your personal number and saved it too. Probably I was thinking I will call you and spend my time in a little worth full way so to say. Then I thought the sciences of love are too much at your hand only. Let that day or say moment come when you will feel on your own to use such sciences. Any how , distances do matter I am aware of it. I will not write much today tomorrow is another working day and Delhi is literally paralyzed by psychiatric sick peoples not much in number hardly say 3 or 5 only. I was wondering they are using the techniques of some hitherto known cranks on Indian soil eg Arjun Singh, VP Singh Reddy and the like. but darling I tell you a horrible truth its the masses only who make graves for themselves no body else.
Love
One day it so happened I decided to go to village by train and via sirsa, I do not remember why I decided in this stupid way, probably I was having a zen that got crashed on NH 14 after Hissar and the accident was so horrific that even today I fail to understand why I survived that crash. May be, I have yet to write some more letters to you. I was standing at sirsa railway station at around say 10.30 PM , it was not a less pain full scenario , I will not write of that hidden things, I was locating the lost memories and how to negotiate the things in new found land. Sukheja contacted me and asked me to wait for his son who was coming on a bike. I was asking the waiting private veh how to reach sukheja place as I was probably not aware of any lane or by lane and I was practically brought up at sirsa only for say 4 yrs at a strech from 6th to 10 th standard and one yr at National college sirsa too. I will further not elaborate on such contradictory sentences. Any how, your this snap is again mine only.
Love
I don't think you could have ever visualized in you r life in any simplistic manner ever possible that a person of age 55 + having a bullshit clerkia job of say any bullshit amount which your sweeper can take having a pencil in hand will write on his pc such love letter s to you that may make your life rest of the time to come. I know your profession is yours only. I hardly see a bullshit movie , I remember ricky came to me after a gap of yrs together and he could only offer a movie in token of his love to me. Probably he does not know his father .
Any how your this snap is mine only. I have seen quite a number of your snaps but exactly speaking this one is literally something that I will tell you in person. I am not taking it to facebook.
Love
At my hostel , a life ridden with not less enigmatic moments all the time with me I was probably all the time fighting with hell what not. I may not refer to the fiasco even then it was a cauldron of uncertainty lit large every where. I have not told you exact connotations of that life, probably the reasons are hidden hard at my heart. I do not know how far you can understand my this English as I sometimes write in such frequency which is not simple to understand. I am not referring to sciences which I have written as I have at hand know how that for you its simply impossible to understand scientific literature of that sort. I know you have some different development cardinals so to say, One day , it was a time when suddenly I could notice that economic botany paper is only on next day, I knew nothing about this subject, I took a chock box opened my door on the terrace and started cramming and writing the hell vocabulary of this subject. I remember it was the most tough night with me
but love I have not seen a normal night ever since.
Love
I was at say 2nd yr of my hons school, Jaspal Singh Kalra I told you he used to give his notes to enable me perform at exams and the like, he is a very innocent face just like Sidhu of your work environment , one day Ms Cheema wife of our waden Mr Cheema a sikh gentleman to the truest sense of the word was going back to her house at lunch hrs. Jaspal ordered shoot/hoot.
any how I know money is such a subject no body can escape its infinite connotations as shakunis in this house played and were successful only because of this one factor only. Any how homo sapiens are no better to langoor s you can feel like.
Love
today it was a non normal day as crank ness of kejriwal has epitomized Charan Sigh who was a phenomenon of non sense of the yore. I really do not know how this sort of brain set up can cope up with external eventualities/aggression s where crank Pakistani s or say Taliban do not listen to any abc of common sense except bloody hell Allah which is dead for ever now.
Any how
your this snap is very good, and your reliance person could have asked you instead to connect to me direct as I don't feel your conversation with me is going to affect your profession in any negative way you can feel like.
Love
if I look back it appears like a bloody business of un earthening the dead and torn out pieces of corpses deteriorating to the last thread of existence. I have never visualized a life like that. But I know life can not be defined it comes to you and may you have to fit in the system so to say. I have seen myself getting deteriorated as if some incredible melting man having least in his hands. I really don't know where you can afford to see this stinking corpse having a pencil in his hands but what the hell this pencil will afford to do to come to the wishes of your heart I simply fear to think of . Any how have a nice time at your happening life.
