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I got chatting with Anjan this evening and he told me about Lekha, the adorable mother-figure of our class in Gulmohur High School. I was elated to learn that she’s in Sharjah and that she and Anjan occasionally correspond via email. Email seems like a dinosaur (I’m ashamed of this admission!) in the age of social networking. Apparently, sites like Orkut are banned there –Islamic ideology at work, I presume. I’m waiting eagerly for a reply from her.

Next in line was news about Jhumur!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, those extraneous exclamation marks reiterate how special she once was to me (not the other way around, mind you!), the first terrestrial object I found as interesting as the celestial ones! I owe my interest in homo-sapiens to her. According to my informant, this bong babe fell in love with someone during her college days in New Delhi. They soon tied the knot (the guy was in IT, I’m told) and moved to…London, of all places!

Nice to catch up.

Comments

Tan said…
Its always a pleasure to meet old friends, even online ...

Nice to meet you, Deepanjan ...

Thanks for following my blog ...

I can make out that you are a Bengali... but you are in Bangalore at present ...
I wanted to know where exactly are you from? Just curious to know ... your name suggests you are from somewhere near my place ...
Anonymous said…
The world is round indeed.

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