There are so many sweet incidents, memories and many random events which wouldn’t classify as anything meaningful to be shared. They made my world. Once in class seven, I was frantically walking around the class searching for something that I had lost. I didn’t notice that she was standing next to me. I was moving my hands all around the place and screaming at someone. She was apparently talking to someone nearby. My hands which were swinging in random directions made contact with her teeth. That was the closest any twelve year old would come to getting kissed. I remember laughing over this when I told her all about the incident a few years from then.
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Ahem ahem. :D Vaazhthukkal thalaivare.
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