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Mohua !



We go a long way.... around poojo 1978 :) !
You were always the sane one , the sounding board to the madcap, wildness in me...except of course when you tore Gavaskar's letter from Barbados(?) into bits and I tried to salvage that one with scotch tape. I still cherish those long evening talks in our balconies...life was simple then! 
But some friendships remain precious even when you move away , out of sight and beyond communication....cos with them you connect with the heart!
Happy birthday Mohua....may the year be happy and happening...( Europe May 2015) !!!! May you be blessed with all the good things in life! 
And amen to US and ours ! 
Theses are not the best of pics ..but they are close to my heart ..and You are one person who will remain precious to me no matter what ! Cheers !

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