I always miss your gift.

In Psychiatry who gives gifts is a symptom of some other things. I was sitting in the chartered bus that brought us back to Port Blair from chyria Tapu. Port Blair down town looked like a lit heaven ocean waters kissing the sides of road embankments. Some people were strolling around may be in love with the gifts hidden hard at their heart. Some time it gave an aura of Shimla at its Morning hrs. At other moments it looked like Nainetaal with its blue jheel touching the shores as some gifts are not defined at all. When I prepared for civils I used to read too much stuff some were boring cumbersome irrelevant may it was to negotiate the gift of the issue. Some times I felt whether it was possible for you be with me at that moment as I always miss your gift. 

salty vermicelli.

Love its not easy to understand even love letters. I was having an evening at Paris at my village. I was astonished to know of certain factors facets which I never knew earlier. When ever you happen to read my letters I do wonder what prevents you to come to me whilst Dr Harish Arora is hell placed to invent new theorems I am at lost why dont you invent some constructive event. I stayed for a night at village and in the morning I left for sirsa where I was having some official work. I was having tasks at my hand so I again went back to village. I was quietly observing those roads lanes by passes where once upon a time some important events were time of the day. Whilst coming back I knew journey to Delhi is very long therefore I stopped at namkeen bhandar for purchasing something for you. I was again all alone in this house with my salty vermicelli. 

No foto.

LIFT TUMLANGAN KHAN' : love I am extremely poor in so many subjects. Thailand was a water shed in our itinerary howsoever stupid action s of Dr Harish Arora and his friend in sending some girls in my room may have been.  I missed you at all places every where we went for our officail semi official and off time purposes. Boat Journey is a special event in the evening at Bangkok. No foto I remember the euphoric signals of a star presenter who sang pop Bollywood songs. I had a chance to be happy probably once in my life. 

Bhagyaars and cheelei are that powerful

Yesterday I searched for milk in my almirrah as tea is only relevance with me may without your presence in all terms. I stumbled upon those goods neatly packed the ones I got with my love from Kar Nicobar and Havlock Islands. Your state of art things purchased from Bangkok were too catchy even to my eyes otherwise the purchaser or say the one who is to give to some one hardly know s abc of what actually went into the ocean waters. One I remember I gave it to someone with same love but I dont know why bhagyaars and cheelei are that power ful. 

Sometimes I see my loneliness and wonders at my fate. 

I doubt your credentials.

Love sometimes I feel so desolate to the extant I wonder why and what for I am here at all. I have practically no interest left in visiting places. Relevance of Chandigarh has become a bloody stigma I feel Haridwar inspite of its being a bloody hell tamasha put on my head by peoples known to me is still relevant. Sanjeev kiran hubby was with me and I was happy with him. Try if you could afford to come off your Bombay cauldron of so called risk factor of loosing some business, But you have to tell me everything in person as this brain reading drama is a nonsense for all purpose and never ever even think that I can lead my mundane with out your active ground level support but I really doubt your credentials. 

Good Night Love. I am closing.