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Mantu Moves In

Mantu moves in with me in a few days. I was just about beginning to enjoy my own space when the decision to share it with the affable Mantu was taken due to budgetary constraints. And I'm absolutely sure I'll have no regrets since he's been extraordinarily amiable and helpful during our period as neighbors.

So I'll now have access to a computer, the Net and cable TV. Howz that for a change!!! I have a lot of Pune snaps to upload from my recent trip. Seems like my blog is getting a new lease of life!


Vivek said…
Prateek I hope you remember 'that' bitmca02 group mail?
Anonymous said…
Why were u in pune? Official business or personal pleasure or both?

Deepanjan said…
It was for personal reasons. I was appalled by how much Pune had changed.
Anonymous said…
Ah, Dearest Mantu... he he he

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