Claps and thuds. So the blog is going strong although the frequency of your visits have been marred. Was trying to figure out sane reasons for such an aversion( Ok..too strong an adjective:P!).. the only notions that kept ringing in my head were that either people don't have time for all of this or they are afraid that they would get butchered here someday if they keep showing up. To be honest, I dread the day when people would wipe their knives to a mirror-shine and dissect me all over. But that would be a sweet murder, to say the least.
This is a place where you can spill all those hidden stories which have been in the cave for all these years. All you have got to do is recount. In broken measures, with a contorted smile on your lips that your posts would betray better than your eyes ever will. Whenever I read any of these pamphlets of destruction, I can feel Abhipreet or Vibhor laughing. I can hear their secret prayers and wishes , all directed to save their asses.
Comeon people. So many things would have happened in your lives. There are voices within you consistently wanting to find utterance. There are tales which shouldn't remain chained to your hearts. It's time to let them out. (This is one thing about us all. No dearth of stories. Mishaps and some moments of exaltation have accompanied us everywhere.) Abhipreet has this never-ending captivating anecdotes about his flings and flirtations. Vibhor and everyone have got themselves a gf... Some have changed 180 degrees to our utter dismay. Who would have imagined Dadi in his new avatar? I want to have a preview of your whacky heads. I want to know all those little manoeuvres and cheesy lines which did the trick for you. I want to know about all those little mishaps that kept on coming to bite you in your ass.
Let the story telling begin.
Cheers!
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