its simply amazin to think about what people to to get away from the deathly menace commonly referred to as mosiquitoes... il giv u a gist of a few things which wer either ironic or lik pointin some stuf out in a wierd omenly lik way.... here goes
'dont be a bakra'....
the road ditches us... literally...
the shopkeeper pleads wit us to leave as tho v lik d angel of death or somethin...
not found... thats what the phone randomly says due to buttons bein pressed in pocket wen we searchn for the only money v hav left to return in one piece....
we loose 50 paise... ya screw u, 50 paise is worth millions occasionally...
then v finally find d books iv been tryin ta explain for a while now... they all seem to say...
'follow your dreams',
'go where your heart takes you',
'pursue your destiny', the author gonna think us pretty faithful readers...
then the bus driver totally wanted us to get off d bus cuz as soon as d station came he made sure he blew his whistle as loud as he can jus in front of us....
then d gr8 'archi wall' says.... 'metamorphism of conceptual thinkin by creatic psyche',
'we are d creators',
'draft your destiny'....
n not to forget what v actually survived on.... 'tariffs with no surprises'
oh n tissue papers are amazingly efficient
oh n many special thanks to minomi
wtf... jus for special added effects n to mark d day
lottsa
love n luck
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