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Rumors

My favorite topic!!!
Word of god... it never dies.
Imagine this... Baagha Beach, Goa... It's 2 PM at night and there are some guys sitting at the edge of the waves. Most romantic of all moments. Nothing romantic about the company, though. But still the memories can be relived. We should be talking about women, money, power, education, learnings.
We talked about RUMORS.
Rumors that killed me. Rumors that killed my belief in humans being good at times. Belief that yes, someday someone can like me, so as to overlook those blatant lies.
I laugh at them and their lies. I look them directly into their eyes. They can't stand my gaze. That is how clean I am. I have nothing to be afraid off. I know who phoned whom and who mailed whom. I know who net sends whom and what. That was the limit of control I had back then.
Now I don't care.
Still aren't they really funny.

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