In Bombay, you need to book an appointment 6 months in advance, so u need to guess when you'll be getting sick.. A sandwich in a mall costs you Rs.60, and a 2 bedroom flat could rip you at 20 crores. The city sleeps after 1 am, and awakes at 5, with fresh vegetables sold on the streets at dirt cheap prices, all from the efforts of the poor farmer, who is burdened with worries of debt. And in the city where the rich live alongside with the poor, their lazy kids gorge on every bit of expensive food that they can afford to buy, much obliged to their well-paid parents. And so in this city dwell all kinds of beings, of all classes and castes, and an unclear segregation between them.
Yaaaayyyy!!! People I found it!! I'm so glad this wasn't corrupted in my pen drive! Hope you guys enjoy the read, and moreover, the ficticious memories! :) 24/ May/ 09 Chi looked at the computer while transferring her pictures to the pen drive. She had the expression one would have when they saw a picture of their dog after long. However, it was obviously misinterpreted by me. She was actually disgusted with the way Ranka sang. It was a pity that he sat next to her while he listened to his music. She had to listen his besura voice. Often she’d come along complaining. And the hours of stress and prolonged exposure to the computer screen made us go out for walks or to drink some water. One of those days, Chi turned left and slapped Ranka right across the face. He looked right, and asked stupidly – “What?” She raged with the utmost disgust and self-pity. “Your voice sounds like a rat being killed.” “So?” he asked. She didn’t know how else to make him stop. They were the nights I’d...
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