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I always complained that we never had many pics of us. We still don't. What we have is much more...
Running back and forth to meet each other. Umpteen cab rides that have left a huge hole in our pockets. Fading movie tickets and restaurant bills. Grains of sand from our last visit to Chowpatty. Countless Shivneri bus tickets and some BEST bus tickets. 
Love you lots Himanshu... :) Happy Valentine's Day love.  
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  1. Himanshu15 February 2010 at 00:15

    Himanshu kaun hai? :P

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  2. SSD15 February 2010 at 00:42

    Taxi driver soch mein pada hai :)

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  3. Nikita Banerjee15 February 2010 at 10:26

    @ Himanshu

    Bah.

    @ SSD

    Arre woh to pak gaya tha! Hehehe

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  4. Arv15 February 2010 at 11:01

    Even the traffic jams do help at times :)

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  5. Nikita Banerjee15 February 2010 at 11:24

    @ Arv

    Yeah..it sure does!

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  6. adee15 February 2010 at 18:10

    u guys make me remember this...

    http://delhidreams.blogspot.com/2007/02/bus-ticket-worth-love.html

    bless u, bless love

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  7. blunt edges16 February 2010 at 01:02

    :D guess this post had only 1 intended reader! ;)

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  8. Julia Smith16 February 2010 at 22:27

    I love that shot!

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  9. Nikita Banerjee17 February 2010 at 11:14

    @ adee

    I am delighted!

    @ blunt edges

    Hahaha yeah!

    @ Julia Smith

    Thanks!

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  10. ani_aset19 February 2010 at 16:17

    aww cute :) happy vday :)

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  11. Sourav !!!20 February 2010 at 04:15

    Cutely, rightly and deeply in love, said she loves him :)
    Nice post, nice you and what else, okay .. nicer is me :D
    Will be here more often, leaving you a note of invite :)

    Take care!

    Sourav .. in love with me and life!! :)

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  12. AshenGlow23 February 2010 at 10:11

    Hi there! I remember one of my friends telling me this.
    He was travelling in a taxi with his girl friend, one irritatingly hot evening. He told the driver, "Bhaiya, zara sheesha neeche karna!", intending some air to come in from the front window as well. And the taxi driver lowered the rear view mirror. ;)

    Very cute pic.. Belated valentine day wishes...

    Smiles,
    Ashen

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  13. Nikita Banerjee23 February 2010 at 22:04

    @ Sourav

    Thanks for dropping by!

    @AshenGlow

    Thanks a lot! How you been?

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  14. AshenGlow24 February 2010 at 18:38

    Well, been a bit here and there.. Am back to my routine now though. Read Work!...

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  15. Anamika Sureka25 February 2010 at 22:12

    ha ha!!!interesting ...belated happy valentines day friend:)

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  16. BIG Omi9 March 2010 at 18:24

    Nice! Nostalgia hits! :)

    Very nice blog!

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  17. Nikita Banerjee12 March 2010 at 13:08

    @ Big Omi

    Thanks!

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  18. FUKKAD!15 March 2010 at 12:39

    very thoughtful!

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  19. Nikita Banerjee18 March 2010 at 00:11

    @Fukkad

    Thanks!

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