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Forgot my key at home. So when I came back from office at 7:30 pm, I was stranded for more than 3 hours in the terrace!

Waiting for Santosh to return has often been a test of patience and tonight was no exception. What he does all day when out of home is a mystery to us all. We've given up on unravelling the mystery though we definitely have some clues!

The cooking began at 11 and...

June 20th

...we had dinner (does it officially qualify for dinner after midnight?) after 1 in the morning. Went to bed at 2.


saurabh said…
"What he does all day when out of home is a mystery to us all."
you can hire Raut. Im sure he'll be of some help.
saurabh said…
It should be noted that when I said "hire Raut", I only meant for unravelling this mystry and that no other meaning should be construed.

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