My Holiday Shopping Bag!!!
1) L’oreal Tecni Fix Max Hair Gel
2) Siddharth Dhanvat Shanghvi’s - The Last Song of Dusk
3) A yellow flowered bedsheet
4) A steel coffee mug from Barista
5) A bottle of Vanilla Perfume from the Body Shop
6) Raspberry scented candles from Orange
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Neha Jhingon is online.
mark
yeah!
im here
onl-ine!
Sent at 10:58 PM on Monday
Neha
hey
sorry had gone to get my coffee 
mark
ummmm coffee
Neha
and i hope u ve had a change of mood since the last chat
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People in Delhi have lately been feeling a more than slight chill in their spines. In fact, in here, its chillier than Big Apple. I read today that Central Park is abuzz with all the morning joggers and lovers and for them the best spring, in a long while, has struck. In here we have a slight different way to beat the cold.
Here, we eat livers. Cannibalism isn’t a sole domain of some German net-addict or someone from the tribes of Papua New Guinea. We are at it too and the world should stand up and listen. The developed world should take note that we are also capable of producing serial-killers and weirdos. In fact the cannibal, killer-couple lives within a few kilometers of my house, so practically we are neighbours for all out-worldly purposes. If this eating people thingy is caught by the popular fancy then this could be the excerpt of future talks:
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*This is my tribute to Objectivism*
What are you, if not a freak?
A faint red in midst of grey haze
A square peg in a round hole
A four fingered glove for five digits
You are a freak. You stand apart
A blemish on a perfectly plastic face
An earthworm in a pile of snakes
A maple leaf on a palm tree
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How am I supposed to know
The colour of the sky on a cloudy day
Or the feeling that lies behind a smile?
How am I supposed to know
The intent of an invitation
To a party all know I will not attend?
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Would you be a dream to play on a lonely breath of sun;
To see the reminders of amber leaves glistening as you run?
As the ancient man said long ago to his love upon the rocks,
“Cry long my dear to release the lies that bite like a golden fox.”
Turn and twist and tenderly tile the fragments ‘til complete.
One day perhaps you will have your answers kissing at your feet.
Dole out the champagne and the strawberries
We celebrate the coming of another morose year
Bring out the party hats and glittery clothes
We cheer for another 365 days of carnage.
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