They drift.....the thoughts

Its like winters and I like the sun. A worker had created a little fire and I was tempted to feel the heat of the fire and I went and stood beside its blaze.
I thought of a dead man's pyre..I thought of my grandfather's pyre. The place where i was standing then had pillar where one could find support. One ought to have the luxury of such a support when in times as such. Pashupatinath has such a facility. An old man went past me on his cylce and I had difficulty remembering whether he was at my second year hostel or did he work here.
I didnt receive any letter from LE at the 2nd year hostel. Did I receive any letter from her at the 1st year hostel? I fail to remember. If I did..first year hostel has to be a special place I thought. I enter my room thinking over this and looking for her. Shes packed in a yellow bag in a cobwebbly corner of my room and I haven't disturbed her since god knows when..
She once said something about my saying 'god knows'...and from then onwards I started to use it every now and then making it prominent enough for her to notice.
God knows what I was doing.
God knows what I am doing