I generally get convulsions of depression so strong that it throw me in an ocean of loneliness so painful I cant tell you in words. I am trying to come out of one such. 

her chorus of music.

Your mom does not know abc of laws and presumed a government officer is going run with her daughter and money, in mad rash to stop that she consulted all wolves who snatched my flesh to the last and wolves sent me flowers written in my own letters in frenzy that my page was overflown. dugri or guzri mahal was thronged upon every evening with peoples to listen to her chorus of music. 

If you see something through dollars that becomes the forbidden gist. All who fled from their houses decoyed a beautiful girl for me. Here is the history of hissar: her father being a rouge property dealer took loans worth beyond and now when his clothes will be auctioned they will again ask him I own crores of rupees in assets and try once again. 

GoodMorning.

gist is yet to be written.

Mohamad shah tuglak, the tuglak dynasty of tuglaka bad now represented by kalkaji okhla and Lutyen New delhi was known of his split personality poor and wicked decision forcibly converting hindus and killing burning live who dared a bit, his love of that era the dogri at Hissar whom he visited whilst touring between delhi and afganistan, dogri or dugri a jat lived in a palace made of broken stones of hindus temples and deities used to run an evening show of music and instruments. Its a real story the gist is yet to be written. 

key of time.

I have written you a letter of some mirror. Similarly, I wrote one day to you that I am going to village for 2-3 days for some work and I one day told you I am in that depression from where very few come out consequently I was working hard to breathe of this disease and visited navu at chd and other places as well. I found strange things happened your mom got crazy to stop you chd peoples put their efforts to insult me others sped their own houses may I not visit them etc. Can I ask your mom lets forget all but she can not be forgotten as the time tells so as I have a pencil in my hand that has a key of time. 

I have lost earth to live at when I got to realise that you probably can not come to and share life with me. I have yet to know which method shall be plausible to time.