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जम ही गया है खून मानो हमारा रगों में
जाने कब से तेरी बाहों में हम पिघले नहीं
मिले तो हैं सनम हम, जाने फिर भी क्यों मिले नहीं

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Fiction

I had finally got used to the new route to work, devoid of memories, finally destroyed every single picture, gift, memorabilia, finally started falling asleep without crying an hour. The corner, the rain, the icecream, the cellphone, the movie poster...these still kept hovering before my eyes, reminding me of you but I had survived. But I still havent forgotten spotting you in a crowd of hundreds. You still don't drop a gaze. The awful question: How can you look wonderful when I look like shit. The awful silence: God, your eyes are killing me. The awful feeling: Why did you do do that to me! The awful truth: Eleven months, I'm still not over you.

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5 Random News

Watched Shit Happens by some friends and colleagues. Good job.
One last lecture to go. It's a pity the prof sucks.
I am addicted to Facebook Scrabble, kinda.
Rahul Dravid has another boy :) :) :)
Sachin Tendulkar is God.

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Story of my life: (courtesy Sinfest (awesome))

PS The inspiration behind this is a tragic story I don't wanna share.

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Happy birthday doc. You're the bestest friend someone could have. Thanks you for being the only person who's always been there for me, always supported me, always listened, always understood. Thank you for giving me so many memorable moments of fun and bliss, and innumerable opportunities of pulling your leg (keeps me in practice ;)). Thank you for always coming back to me (from US(with chocolates)) like you never left. Thank you for being yourself.