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I'm busy...

...as a bee. There'll be some posts soon, I promise.
But I miss Sameer's rants the most.

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Anonymous said…
Tu-Wit Tu-Woo!!!
I can hear a little mouse squeaking somewhere. Too bad they keep me tied to my work during the day. This owl generally goes out looking for his prey during the dead silence of the night. That is when I get a little time to satiate my hunger otherwise, I would have gobbled him up.

P.S.: - Just check out the time at which I posted the comment on Deep's last blog.
saurabh said…
Sam baba, r u working in NIGHT shift???? wait, wait, ru WORKING?
Deepanjan said…
Sameer's biological clock will go bust if he becomes a nocturnal creature.

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