Going down memory lane

I am not taking the instant story by using detailed information without bending the very thoughtful truth. Absolutely my not so verbose words are wholly different from a lengthy, careful deliberation, and it was worth it. I especially strained to learn  everything about the stout man. He only looked at me without considering it essential to furnish details about him. 

Therefore, our continued conversation did not proceed with similar intensity after the lift stopped at the floor. However,  I did not stop answering my reply in the affirmative when an individual approaching me inquired if I knew the one man by taking his name. He also belonged to the same village I belonged to. 

A stout individual who was that person's acquaintance was accompanying him. I didn't identify that particular man because he had left the town a long time ago as he revealed in the course of our a bit short but informative conversation.

I was well acquainted with the man, who happened to be my relative through grand-fatherly linkage. I was once approached by him while had been living in Allahabad. He was there as part of his departmental duty. I began to recall the time he came to my house and some of my best recollections from that time in the past.

I knew quite well about the man who happened to be his close relative. I started going down memory lane, thinking about the past days and what some of my favourite bygone memories were.