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To Sameer...

You quote me verbatim.
Yes, I'm indeed very fond of you.
Troubled souls like yours are a delight to pester!

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Sangeeta said…
I chanced upon ur blog, and lapped up all ur posts.. U write like a dream and all I can is W O W!
Anonymous said…
Hi Deep,
I am writing a comment on your blog for the last time. This is to inform you that I have received your message very loudly and very, very clearly. The message that those mails that I sent you, far from being entertaining, funny etc. (the way others found them to be) were not received well by you. I was just joking in an earlier comment in which I said that I would continue to send these mails to you. I am not going to do any such thing. I failed to see the extent of the problem that those mails were giving you and also I did not understand the hints that you dropped earlier as I thought you were not all that serious about it. You on your part could have also written a seriously worded letter and posted it to my mailing address stating the problem instead of posting not-so-serious sounding messages on our yahoo group. This way I would have stopped sending those mails earlier. Forgive me for all the trouble I have given you.
And regarding your earlier posting in your blog about me, I would like to say that you should be more mindful of what you write about somebody. You know I am not all that bad. Deep, if you cannot write anything sensible about me, please refrain from writing about me at all.

Really yours truly,
Sameer.

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