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Driving Me Mad...................


Well there are things which drive me mad and one of it is loud crackers,cackling and bursting like a cantankerous crows ,my god why doesn't the world do something about it, come on people are speaking of the damn air pollution imagine living a peaceful sleep in Kali Puja ------------------you cant .Last year it was still better but god knows whether the government is celebrating a silver jubilee of mismanagement that it has allowed so much crackles with much ado......come on its the festival of light glimmers not some damn BOOM.


Well then why celebrate deepavali lets name bombavali more interesting ,anyways gotta go had no sleep last night.............coutesy -some bombastic jackasses..

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