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I Hate Holi

The naughty neighbours paid no heed to my non consensus to play holi...ANd madly sprayed abir all over my face..I admit I looked like a baboon for a a quarter of an hour....I hate them and also the colours....However i played this forced holi after about seven years, not that i enjoyed the experience yet its memorable....





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Butterfly said…
I am visiting ur blog after a long time...

I don't like to play Holi either. I'm more interested in fireworks during Diwali.

Btw, I saw your letter in The Telegraph t2 about the mobile phone dialogues.It was the letter of the week...Congrats!
March 31, 2008 at 2:27 PM
Dhrubo said…
Hello,
This is the first time I am visiting your blog....And I must say,I HATE Holi too!
Thank god for sensible people!
April 3, 2008 at 12:02 AM
Butterfly said…
Why are you not posting?
April 24, 2008 at 8:26 PM
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