6th aug 2016, my 22nd brthday strts wd mumbai trains .... Jb late hoti hu tb kamine aur fasaneki sochte h ...bt ds day trains wer gud to me ...barabr tym pe pocha dia...jatey hi saw sme idiots sitting on bench wow...mere dost log ... Welcmd me by thanda wish 😒.... Den hugs frm astha harsha ... Laga chalo kuch lagra h aaj kuch toh h .... Aastha ka compliment " look at her today shes luking babes,mann kr rha h use hi dekhti rahu".... Wow ab lagra h spcl h kuch ...chaitali ka line " mala khup bor hotay mhanun mi asch wsh kela" hehe how i supposed to knw k shes hiding my bday cake ka dabba😅....harsha ka breaking news sunana hiren n ajinkya nhi aa rhe h dey r sleeping ...i knew ds k ye kutti paka rhi h... Lecss me brbr bolna k bor ho rha h i wana cut cake today n eat ... Bt baki sbka aisa rxn thnda wala ...bt dimag me chlra tha plan.... Den strts my popat tym... Chaitali cha natak mala baher jaycha ahe mi nahi yenr ani maja upws pn aahe mi nhi khanar.......
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