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I am writing you my love on the backdrop of say 1959. You may get astonished by the time you read the last word. One day I remember mom dad and mom came to village. Mom mom was too affectionate and generally was busy at dressing me and giving some food. Mom Dad was not less affectionate in any way of reckoning. I remember he used to have hukka from my Dad and was busy in gossiping with me however I hardly remember his gossips. He was very tall handsome person but I have very shaded memory of his physique. I generally noticed mom mom was busy at too many works and generally offered cloths to mom dad which were silvery white in shine. Probably they stayed in our house at village for 25 days. At the fag end of their itinerary mom dad did not have his dose of opium/ afim with him. He was hope ful it may be available at village environments. Dad tried his best but those days this was not available as cheap liquor was the only intoxicant of those days that too made from local sources say some acacia arabica roots. Dad never knew that liquor may not help in such emergent situations.
he sent his messenger to Rajasthan border for the medicine.
I remember mom dad was happy at last to have some more days to live peace fully.
Love
this snap of yours was initially not taken as it shows a doctored or say directed negative impulse but some how it does prove a point that you are not a plastic role doing star. I have read the later info on net only as I have no info of your world in any way I hardly see news paper as its a bullshit dirt now a days in all perspectives.
I remember professors told us to keep yourself abreast by reading different news papers and magazines. I have done it best to my efforts but found it somewhat waste of time. One day I was working in an apex institute where magazines were available irrespective of tag of high ranks : I was happy to read foreign news papers and magazines as I thought it will help me in getting through my IAS exam.
any how burnt out wounds never die till you die yourself
hello darling some badnam hui
how are you. I am fine at my place but not like you. I am writing you a story. One day mom went to her parents house at Ladhuka Mandi along with me and my junior. Her house was a big kacha house with two big room s and a front bigger varanda style bigger room. It was having a very large spacious kacha lawn the middle of which was occupied by a hand pump of short size as water table was too shallow on that soil. The entrance was through a wooden gate of not much big size whilst the rest of the environs wore a make shift fence . The entrance door was supported by small time kacha walls. The length of the plot could be something like 1000 meters but breadth was of say 60 feet or something like that. The make shift fence was supposed to be boundary of her parents agriculture land of say 35 Acres. Her parents were extremely accommodative simple and affectionate. I remember her brother used to go with us to the market for storming and fetching some good sweets of that period which were made of sugar having different shapes.
I was not comfortable at the heat of that house owing to poor design. I continuously asked mom to go back to my own village whilst her mom and Dad made their best efforts to cajole me with hand made fans and the like. After a few days mom succumbed to my persistence and started her journey back by a train I remember both of her parents were silent and calm at the railway station.
I have told to Deepika Padukone that some nice eventful days I sat in a balcony at hostel No. 4 in the sun in mid June for my IAS exam. I do not know of IAS but I do know why I could afford to have that heat in that way.
Love
I am painting my love to you against the backdrop of my very very early days. I remember one nice day younger to my Dad brought a revolver from market. I could only touch it as it was too heavy. Dad was very happy at his prized possession. Village environs were considered to be uncertain during those days. Probably this was the reason for Dad decision. There was an L shape trench recently made for the night shelter when sudden sound of an air craft made us to rush into it for shelter as the bombing of the environs was considered an eventful happenings of those days. I remember Dad only tried once in that direction. Next night the air craft appeared in the sky but mom insisted to see it out of her inquisitive nerves. It was a full moon night . Dad probably hesitantly kept silent as it was feared that ones noise or movements could be the source of trigger. It was too late when actual bombing took place and mom felt the shock I could see I was standing with one hand fixed at her clothes. Next morning mom was taken seriously ill.
Love
this is what is really disturbing. I see people having faith in Islam but when you read this history I dont think any sane person on earth can avoid a real shivers of the nerves. I have read about misrules of China and Russia but love that simply vanishes into thins if the former is read. I dont feel people have read history. Sonia Gandhi was barking upon Modi I have heard by chance I dont think she is doing a good job at that.
any how have a nice time and do tell bollywood chaps if you want to make movie then tell the history in real shape otherwise better close your shops as you only make non sense nothing else.
You see
when I see altheas
petunias
they ask
tell us
why we and how
you can recognise
I hear
pause
find too little
may be
wait for
some
they oblige
I keep quiet
I know
they know
much
may be
I dont
when your little fingers shall say
I may find a meaning
of my blues
I have heard
the songs of the heart
nights and days
it belies
the meaning s
I have learned
may be today
tomorrow
day after
may be
after that
I see you
and your little fingers
ask me hard
I find
but feel
may be
its not
may be its not
