I am writing you a letter that if did not convince you a horrible disastrous end is just in making for whom let me not name it. One day I told you I helped out of courtesy a senior col and his mom and dropped him at his residence at India Gate officer hostel accommodation. I noticed his wife was ready to serve cooked rice to them well decorated at the dinning table. I asked them ok sir I am leaving. The lady only took me a pity driver and did not offer me even a glass of water. I told you till day I am wondering at the fragrance of rice lit large.
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Saturday, August 5, 2017
One solace with me.
Love I have yet to learn how to live alone. I have literally forgotten whether if I lived with someone worth the name as torture has taken all spirit out of me. I know a lot of war prisoners and prisoners but I have lost sense of being of myself with the fate I got. writing letters to you may be one solace with me. But it depresses me as being devoid of life at all.
You can ask
I am writing the conflict on shoot, strait of Malacca and Suez canal are main life support to Europe and America but communist giants have made their mind to block this by further vicious act to occupy the Bay of Bengal corridor of resources, if unchecked this will lead to a world conflict whereby India will be sucked into the conflict being at center of of geo political cauldron. You can ask your mom what I mean to say.
Thursday, August 3, 2017
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
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