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It's GB for Prats

Called him up last night. Strange how little time life grants us to know others. Stranger still how we waste most of the precious little in remaining ignorant of each other. Strangest still how obstinately we decide to remain the way we are-strangers by default.

Prats called me up again at 7:45 morn (departure time for his train) to exchange some words. He got the SU berth, my favorite! He must be in the train right now, reminiscing his brief stay in Bangalore. His escape has earned him the envy of many folks who would like to follow suit!

I wish him a safe trip and a great career in the City of Joy. I sure hope to meet him when I'm home for vacation.

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