to: didi diya maajee :
amits' twin flame love castle
google cloud.
pranam. charna sprasha.
what my mother could not teach me : you taught me.
for that i must disclose few 'moments' which might ve confused 'us'..
i hated my life : i wanted to give it all up..
no real hope... really... when u were 'assigned' to me..
out of my assumed : useless-ness.
you were hungry.. i wanted to kill time : as long as possible..
we kept our cameras shut..and conversations : minimal..
till few meetings were better than expected..
..obviously all you : my mother..
i dont really care about 'wins'..
i really dint : it became more 'time' with baldies..
the thought of it...made me ; yucky...
i appreciated : your drive to succeed..
and i did what my time allowed me..
as with any son and careeer adopted foster home mother..
u liked the kid of 40s : coz the father and figure of this house was 55 and 'nice'..
but mother : no they sacrifise thee son..!!
in any case of cases...
u cho chweet : coz u trusted sensei too much...
it hasnt been the first time..
and i could not care less..
just take care of sensei : chacha : fathere of cloud..
sun is shining real bright..
further thoughts...
to me : all the customers : liked the nice version of it : indian version of it..
..amit and his stereotype 'dresses' : dint do you justice..
what kind of man asks a girl to wear a tiarra?
...
that wasnt it : the version of diya of pure : what people liked..
amit and his cheapness...was predictable : page 3 force of it.