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I can sense today being a day where I’ll be releasing a lot of facts 😏

Forced to say "theek hai" instead of throwing a chair at someone.

Love is fate, separation is choice.
Sadness might be fate, joy is a choice.
Meeting someone is fate, keeping them or letting go is your choice.

Dedicated to my “crunchy” tribe on Jamaa!! ❤️‍🔥🤩

Sleeping is forbidden, but staying awake is a crime. Death is permitted, but willingly committing it is a great sin...😅🖤❤️‍🩹

Please lemme be your stylist for a week thanks!

My First Date Got Ruined By One English Word 😂

This happened back in 2001, when mobile phones were rare, landlines were our lifeline, and handwritten letters carried emotions that today’s instant messages never quite can.

It was supposed to be my first date. A day before, I received a handwritten letter from her. Towards the end, she had written that she would be waiting near her college and asked me to meet her there at 2:30 PM SHARP.

Back then, my English wasn’t exactly my strongest subject. I understood the time, but I completely misunderstood the word SHARP. For some reason, I became convinced that Sharp was the name of a restaurant near her college.

The next afternoon, I reached the area well before time and started searching for “Sharp Restaurant.” I asked shopkeepers, rickshaw pullers, and anyone who looked familiar with the locality. Everyone gave me the same puzzled expression and said there was no restaurant by that name. But I was so confident that I kept searching, believing I would eventually find it.

After wandering around for hours, I finally gave up and returned home, disappointed and thoroughly confused. By then, I was convinced she had made a fool of me, and I was genuinely angry. I couldn’t understand why anyone would call someone and then simply disappear.

Nearly a week later, our landline rang. It was her.

The first thing she asked was, “Why didn’t you come that day?”

Without wasting a second, I replied, “I did come! I spent hours looking for Sharp Restaurant, but I couldn’t find it anywhere.”

There was a brief silence. Then she burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Once she finally managed to stop laughing, she said, “SHARP isn’t a restaurant. It simply means exactly at 2:30 PM, not even a minute late.”

That day, I learnt a new English word. And from that day onwards, every letter she wrote to me was in Hindi.

How good my results and when I say guitar

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