
shadows,
yeah, i’ll sure do that. waiting for apsy’s new phone. ask her to take care of ma. cheers!!!
meet_me,
we need to talk about a lot of things. and yes, sense doesn’t make much sense these days. and no, i believe everything happens for a reason.
hey parul,
thanks for dropping-by. khan market or andheri? m confused.
soumyadip,
cool man! dilli ka dil bahut bada hai, and many of the people who swear by it are non-delhiites. as for metroblogging, u can atleast fill out their form and keep your fingers crossed. they’ll be checking out our blogs ЁЯШЙ n then decide on the invitation part.
obi wan,
subah ka bhoola shaam ko ghar wapas aa jaye to use bhoola nahin kehte. waiting for de post ЁЯЩВ
pino dear,
puttar, phoote hue matke ki tarah phoot-phoot ke rona to sadi kismat vich pya haiga. tussi, tension na lo, assi m-seal laga lvange.
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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