A big, warm hug.
A sarcasm or two.
Self praise.
Self-help in the kitchen.
Little pranks.
Long walk.
Hanging out at Priya’s.
Laughing non-stop.
Going back to critical analysis of every passer-by.
Memories of embarrassing situations in public places.
Loving and hating men.
An Archies card without an occasion.
Sarcasm-filled words of love.
Best wishes.
And another big, warm hug.
Fuchsia 
:)) :)) :)) :)) :))Nah! Nothing. Just trying to laugh non-stop in text. Isn’t quite the same. 🙂
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All that in three hours! Perfect!
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Cooooooool.
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With?
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Sounds like a good day 🙂
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Sounds like a nicely done cup of coffee to me…Life…small moments!
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SwetankYeahhhh…not quite the same but good enough. 🙂SubhadipPerfect it was!RohitSuper cooool!WoodsmokeI’ve stopped naming good friends on my blog if I’m talking about my relationship with them. Weird, I know! But it’s the name that we both love. Begins with M. AmiyaYeah, it was. 🙂KanuYes,life – small moments.But not coffee for me…kadwi hoti hai. Ummm…fruit juice! Yummm… 😀
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excellent
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I need a hug now…afta reading this poem :(and Archies card to go along with it too:( 😦 😦
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DK😀Arz000nHey, don’t call it that. Nowhere near a poem!And now my first original reaction to your comment – Awww…You must demand a card from all your friends back home. I’m sure it must have been ages since you exchanged one. Blackmail emotionally!
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some blog lady!!! thnks for visitin my blog… but i love this clear expression of vague thoughts..
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SymbolHey…thanks! Good to see you here.:-)
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Blackmail…whitemail toh main bachpan mein karta tha…now all those buggers know me pretty well 😛
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