Distilled Spirit

On 31st I fly to Delhi. I planned marketing in Varanasi for 10 days. When I reached Varanasi I found the freelance Executive over there did not do anything for Seminar. I will say it as my mistake, I did not force that person to do that. North Indians need to be forced to do anything. I found he is not ready to call students. I had to start texting students. Third day I fell down with food poisoning. Usually I can eat any kind of food. But this time I don't know what happened. I became so tired. Nobody was there. Body temperature increased. I could not sleep. Morning at around 4'O clock I started vomiting and loose motion. Many time ran to toilet. Nothing was left in body. I felt as if I am going to die. But it was not that much serious like once I faced in Andaman and Nicobar Islands. I sent an email to Dapu. I expected at least in this time she would call me. I wanted her presence. Always I was longing for that. I found she is having a charismatic effect on me. I missed her s

I understood, I loved Dapu only! Abi was right. Remembering you dear. I miss you so much. A song for you.... " Who knows how long I have been waiting for you So why do I still miss you? who knows since when However far you are from me, I am close to you I'm used to living like this by now I don't even have any complaints about my life I'm just alive under the blue sky My love for you is such that it just keeps growing The (imagined) sound of you approaching is such that it torments me My memories of you are so deep that the heart drowns And the hurt becomes tears in my eyes I'm used to living like this by now Those nights are always with me Those talks are always with me I'm used to living like this by now...."