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Spending time with my brother on Saturday. The tandoori chicken and rotis he served for lunch were fine but I just could not get him to si...
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I wonder if they still remember me... Those crazy kindred souls who more than made my day each time they came around. I don't know why i...
I must admit that I've been having sleepless nights over the last week. The revelation that Aamir Khan and Amitabh Bachchan are true s...
Amitabh Bachchan and Aamir Khan are actually farmers "by birth". Salman Khan and Katrina Kaif have secretly been painters. Himesh ...
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" I'm not crazy, I've just been in a bad mood for 40 years ." Shirley Maclaine in Steel Magnolias
Nobody knows I'm here anymore. As long as I keep my voice down and my fingers bent, No one will ever know.
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