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Some Patience!

Santosh has won himself a female fan apparently living somewhere in the US. After the copyright scare, Santosh deleted all his uploads to Youtube, and this broke the mysterious lady's heart!

Santosh, clearly, couldn't afford to see this...and instead sent her an entire video via Uploadr since the file was far too huge to be sent via email attachments. The process took an hour-and-a-half, but our boy has enough patience to last him a lifetime!

Expect repeats...though I'll not mention them here.


Vivek said…
Way to go, Santy boy!
Deepanjan said…
There's a nasty mindgame being played...& I'm pained to see Santosh at the receiving end.

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