Divya (email)
Shitttttt...he said he'll call me sometime....
Nooooooooooo..
Its like telling your doodhwala, ‘Bhaiya kalse doodh mat lana...ksi aur ko bola hai
laneko...”’
Oops...sowie...!!
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About us
- Tea-time therapy
- Mumbai, India
- Everyone makes mistakes. Even two women, who have read everything ever published, drafted, dreamt and even made up, when it comes to advice on relationships. We listened. We took notes. We tried to look away when we got hurt, but it didnt help. Our emails, our chats, our thoughts are geared towards cheering each other up. Even when we know, it won't work. The point here is to jump with unabashed joy (a rare phenomenon), sigh under depression, whine like never before, bitch like it's getting out of fashion and just use a much needed brainwashing device (as literal as it gets) ...be the patient listener; obliging partner for the daily cutting sessions at the local tapri
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- What happened to the classy bad words?
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- A describes a home and D gets sarcy
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- Sowie doodhwaale bhaya ji
- How not to lend a book to Divya
- of besht friends...
- From wisdom tooth to pedicure
- A's response (in pink) to K's mail to D
- cute guy, dirty green tee and orange dupatta
- todays forecast: love blooms in ur life
- A really optimistic pessismist
- Jan 2006
- a random line froma random mail to A
- Jul 2005
- A to D to A to D
- Feb 2005
- Being a mother
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