When once again in Mysore, India

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Rs. 360 for two in the pocket when a message knocked from a beloved, ” There is a sudden plan to Mysore palace for dasehra. What say you?”
My prompt reply after a bit of hesitation, ” To hell with everything, I am coming.

She said,” Great, I love you so much.”
“I know that and I can’t let you go without me too”, I replied.

Picked up the phone, dialed a number while zain ( My roommate) was making egg for the lunch. By the way who makes Omelet for lunch? Anyways never mind, it happens when you’re miles away from your family, who always served you with your favorite food.

It’s still ringing and there the disciple – a friend speaks. “Hello, are you ready?”
See, I am totally running out of money and I am waiting for the scholarship department to send me my monthly stipent so if you be supportive enough with financing both of us, we’ll be glad and ready to get picked up after half an hour.

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