While spring cleaning my cupboard yesterday, out came a bunch of letters from Dad to me while I was at Leicester University and Birmingham University, the letters were hand written and not typed (though he had a work schedule of 16 hours a day), where he spoke about the house, my academics, poetry, politics, our good old days at home where we spent quality time into the night, his commitments across the world, trips we would go on to Europe after my MA..... TIME.... and how it never stops...and destiny.. how it changes the winds of time!
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 13:43:50 +0000
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