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Lmao! Oye! I cannot believe person above me reduced me to newsprint. Waaaa!

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Swings

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Hello! One cannot cuddle themselves! So, I guess not.

Question: What is with Indian Mothers and their desire to make every Indian they meet a relative?

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Yum!

Cherries Jubilee?

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And they are here too.

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Boo: 'How do I explain to you how much this sentence has calmed me, Senor? Your words are not just lying there on the computer screen, for the sake of being there, like a mess of clothes lying in the corner of a bathroom floor.. they are full of life, evoking thought and feeling in my mind, pulling my eyes into a beautiful walk with those funny-looking combination of straight lines and curves that we call letters, words and sentences.(You are not secretly an author, are you?).'

Ninja: 'LOL, boo. I've thought of that'

U_P: 'me too! I've been a silent spectator Senor J. You have amazing writing skills! I wish I could write that sophisticatedly! I need to, if I'm to become an author some day! lol hopefully…!'

I always believed that sometimes what we say of others and unto others reveals more about us than it does about them, or at the least, as much it does about them. I see my belief mirrored in the kind words above. I write as I feel, and perhaps, if I feel too much, it is only because I have always had wonderful women as friends, who have nurtured in me the desire to see the invisible and sense the unspoken. I believe, that you all have more than what it takes to write beautifully, in fact, far more sententiously than me.

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Its like a pandemic! Every thread? Why? For the love of God, Why? Lol.

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Oh thank God! I felt like Calvin saying: 'Somebody please stop the room, I wanna get off.' Both of you, Brit and Amreekan, need a Swiss Psychiatrist or better an African Quack Doctor.

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Hello people above me with strange accents!

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Park it is. I can always bring a book. Yes, I did wait for the credits. Cracked up when Shia's mother said: Hey! Duck and cover.

Classics or Cheap Paperbacks?

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Erm we need something to keep us occupied while our women are renewing their coiffures and covenants with their hair-dressers.

What is with women and cuddling?

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Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would send him dancing.

Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam's neighbors.

Miniver mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.

Miniver loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.

Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing:
He missed the medieval grace
Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.

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Haunt. Err Aunt.

Cousins or Nephews?

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Oh hush Lmao.

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If that be the case, a few weeks ago, my coffee table loved my knee. Very ardently from the mark it left just below my knee cap. Lol.

Love is pain in disguise indeed, but the scars it leaves sometimes, hard as we may try, are difficult to disguise.

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If I had a dime for each time my feet were in one place and my heart was someplace else, I'd be thinking of a hostile-takeover bid for Arcelor-Mittal.

Rural India is not the place to be right now, what with Monsoon, not unless you are mad about storm-clouds that rain Felines, Canines and the whole freakin' animal kingdom. But, less than a stone's throw away (Erm a really small stone thrown by a very very strong person), is a place I believe God crafted with love. On top of this small hill are these huge boulders that overlook a valley where busy farmers bustle about raising pineapples among other things. I go there when I feel like my life is disintegrated. Clear blue skies, delicate wisps of journeying clouds, the faint aroma of ocean breeze bearing with it bits and pieces of muffled voices of the farmers below fussing over plant and soil…magically and mystically, all becomes well with the world.

Creation bears God's signature. Here…there…everywhere!

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My dear friend, how could I possibly put more ideas in your head when your head is already brimming with a myriad of wonderful ideas far better than the ones I have in mine own? I'd care less for a fight. I'd rather pull up a chair and share a Rani ji-Mom meal (Hint Hint) rather than put up my fists and hold the 'soft part of my nose' later.

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Its like United Nations. Its got Rice, Raisins, Almonds or Cashew, Milk and stuff like Cardamom in it and its usually orange-ish so Im thinking its got some Saffron in it too. I never did like it.

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Erm, and you would know that how? Have been in a few fights now have we? Lmao. Hello Ninja!

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I am at a friend's place to keep him awake while he works on this Corporate AVP that is due tomorrow. Its almost midnight so we sent out for Chinese Lmao. No one else is open at this time. Its going to be Yang Chow Fried Rice, Stir-fried Beef with Broccoli, Prawn Dumplings and Pork Siomai with Chili Sauce. Come over. Plenty for all of us.

Question: What's with women and loyalty to hair-dressers? (Suggested that my friend try a different hair-dresser and almost had my eyes gouged out).

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