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Didi finally has Internet access at home and we spoke over Skype yesterday for over an hour. Diya sounds so sweet! Buada did all the hard-work with the initial setup.


saurabh said…
1. if u r washing ur socks, u'll post abt it
2. if u r buying undergarments, u'll post abt it
3. if some star is more bright than usual, u'll post abt it
4. if u r reading something u'll post, if u r NOT reading, u'll post
5. if some ATM is mot working within ur area u'll post abt it.
6. if u r posting too frequently, u'll add one more post saying u'll not post and again go back to posting ur posts
7. if u r not doing anything, u'll post abt it

why the hell has there been no blog post about ur marriage with Asha and ur (previously unthinkable) seperation with santosh????
saurabh said…
P.S. Wishing Mrs. & Mr. Nag a very happy & prosperous married life ahead!!! :)

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