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Armaan:KI RE TUI? SO MEAN..
SO RUDE..SO PAGOL..
SO KHEPPI..HA HA




Armaan:AAR KI KHOBOR?
HOWZ LIFE?
ANYTHING NEW?




Anna:Rude? Me? Pagolta
ke re? Ar tui je
selfish-taslimar
info ta dili na?



Armaan:WATS DIS? Ar tui je
selfish-taslimar
info ta dili na? U
DINT REC. ME HA



Anna:I am exasperated! I
messaged u two
times to the other
number.



Armaan:MEANS? ABE ANGREZ-
HINDI BOL YAAR



Anna:I messaged u n
begged for info on
book ban of taslima
as i've a class to
take, on media laws
while u were busy
confusing me with
a new number.



Armaan:I messaged u n
begged for info on
book ban of taslima
as i've a class to
take, on media laws
while u were busy
confusing me with
a new number.
WATS DIS YAAR
ANN? HEY, I M UR
"ARMAA", ARMAAN
FROM DELHI YAAR.
WHEN DID U BEG
ME? AND PLZ DONT
EVER TALK LIKE THIS
YAAR.CAN THE
QUEEN EVER BEG?




Anna:silence..silence.
she was floating on the cloud of memory...
kheppi...pagol...she was, still, then, Armaan's
 very own mad woman
The Crack...which he had loved to use and she loved to hear...
...he has not forgotten then...forgotten 'them'.forgotten nothing.
like her.




silence....,



11p.m.........



Armaan:OOPS...DID U ASK ME
ANYTHING ON MY
OTHER NUM? WAIT
LET ME CHECK THATS
SWITCHED OFF.
             (to be contd.)