It was a cold night. The wind chimed in rapturous melody, and all my friends were busy in the musical exertions prompted by the DJ. It was a time to rejoice. But alas, it was not mine. For hardly an hour had passed since my mobile got stolen. And here...
“I whimpered, scratched my head, and changed the topic with the inherent grace of a limping shrimp.”from - Party In The Sixties, read the full article...
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