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SNIPPETS

ALLABOUTLOVE

T. S. MARIN
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"So, Monsieur! What are you going to sing for me today? Neele neele ambar, perhaps?" she asked flaunting her azure saree. For once, Mr. Chatterbox was silent.
He was in sky-blue panjabee and ivory churidaar. For once, Little Miss Proper forgot everything, and wolf-whistled!
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- Difficult?
- Very.
- Then?
- Just like that.
- Must be easy for you.
- As easy as dying.
- Shall we?
- Yes, please.
- Together?
- Together.
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“Boyfriend?"
"Bff?”
"Date?"
"Plus one?"
"Soulmate?"
"Crush?"
"Friend?”
" Fiance? ”.... they asked.
“Everything," she replied.
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The permanent housemates haven't spoken to each other for nearly a week.
All feeble attempts at reconciliation on both sides went in vain...
And then, a big fat eight-legged monster on the wall succeeded in thawing the ice!
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"Dear diary., autumn is here."
"Diary... bad hair day."
"Diary!., went for book shopping!”
“Dear diary, fever."
“Diary dear, Bhallage naa..."
“You arexoxo, diary dearest! Total heart." "Diary! Seen today's weather?"
"I am murderous, diary."
"Tell me diary, blue saree or black?"
“Diary, listen to this song. NOW."
"Diary dearest.. MS word will be the reason of my death."
"Why is Adriana such a goddess, diary?"
"I am bored, diary dear. Let's bitch."
Dearest Diary, thanks infinitely for being here through thick and thin, from rabbit hole to ivory tower (to occasional tours to rabbit hole again), thank you for being around during both caterpillar and butterfly days. Thank you for everything.
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Wanted to write a story with you.
Once.
Glad that I didn't.
You see, even the wildest dreams deserve some truth.
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Messenger: Please rate the quality of this call. Me: Well you fool, it is ☆☆☆☆☆ for the very first time!
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Her: Just keep talking. I need to wake up... Him: So, I'm a substitute for coffee now?! Her Isn't that obvious? We keep talking all night! T. S. Marin is irrevocably in love with books and movies -preferably the ones with happy endings. She is also Lecturer of English at Primeasia University and is the Sub Editor of Star Literature and Star Reviews pages of The Daily Star.