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PRACHI
11th June 1982
Words aren't enough for her. There's like a zillion adjectives that come to mind when I think of her. I was dead sure she wouldn't want me writing any of them here, but she's almost convinced me she wants me to. You have to meet her to know more. And you HAVE to see me in action when I'm bugging her. She's made me discover what a jerk I can be with people. And I love that so much. I'm her worst nightmare with a smile that just won't go away. After two years of knowing her, we finally managed to have a decent conversation very recently when I wasn't being a smartass and bugging her. But then again, that was probably because I was too busy eating food. And she was too busy looking around and staring at strangers.
I know she loves to complain about me - and I'm not complaining. I believe things could always get worse, so you shouldn't complain too much. I hope she believes in that as well.
But maybe, she won't believe that till she experiences me and Irfan in action.