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Sharing a life time of  memory can be a daunting task, 'cos you cannot choose between all that is equally precious to you. We connected over "pop songs" and Don and YC and found that we have an unexplored world of adventure before us (some definitely out of bounds ). From watching "Blue Lagoon " to having Blind Love at Sub Zero, to mooning over guys and sharing books and music- the friendship lasted over the years through the years of yellow envelopes with wavy postmarks  and picture postcards and aerograms finally graduating to international calls and more recently Facebook chats ! If I look back I cannot quite pinpoint what made the friendship tick...but I sure am thankful that in a world where "best friend-ship" crumbles under ego, pressure and motives fair and foul, ours has stayed blessed through thick and thin. Some of the best moments in my life that makes me smile on bleak days have been with Subarna and some of the best clicks that reminds me of the best times I've had has come from her camera.  Life sure would have lost a lot of it's charm if she wasn't there in it  !

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