#BindingLines

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  1. K.A. AcharyaMarch 23, 2016 at 9:59 AM

    Lol...a different kind of arranged marriage. :P

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  2. AnonymousMarch 24, 2016 at 12:24 AM

    Ha ha. Good one.

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  3. Vishal BheerooMarch 24, 2016 at 4:03 AM

    A good one. Smiling:)

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  4. SadhviMarch 24, 2016 at 9:21 AM

    ha ha.. wonderful

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  5. Chaitali BhattacharjeeMarch 24, 2016 at 11:33 AM

    Hmmmm....interesting!

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  6. Jyotirmoy SarkarMarch 24, 2016 at 1:12 PM

    What a thought !!

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  7. ManiparnaMarch 24, 2016 at 7:02 PM

    Haha... happens :-D ...

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  8. Bushra MuzaffarMarch 24, 2016 at 10:32 PM

    :D

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  9. Yogi SaraswatMarch 25, 2016 at 2:01 AM

    हिम्मत है ! शानदार शब्द सारु सिंघल जी

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  10. D.NambiarMarch 25, 2016 at 3:38 AM

    haha!
    Good one, wordsmith.
    :)

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  11. ArunMarch 25, 2016 at 8:00 AM

    That's a good one :)

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  12. UnknownMarch 25, 2016 at 11:14 AM

    Haha , loved it ma'am :)

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  13. SriviMarch 25, 2016 at 12:25 PM

    Couldn't stop smiling :) Hats off to you!

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  14. MadhushaMarch 25, 2016 at 1:29 PM

    Awesome!!

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  15. UnknownMarch 25, 2016 at 3:07 PM

    Lol this was quite interesting! :D

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  16. Amit AgarwalMarch 26, 2016 at 9:24 AM

    The honest mediator!
    Delightful:)

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  17. Jyothi D'melloMarch 26, 2016 at 10:32 AM

    This was fun read Saru :-)

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  18. vanderloostMarch 27, 2016 at 8:41 AM

    These micro fictions of yours are really very interesting and needs a gallon imagination. Good work.

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  19. BikramMarch 31, 2016 at 6:11 AM

    Oh No he he he he he :) now surly that is ARRANGED he he he


    Bikram's

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  20. Saru SinghalMay 18, 2016 at 11:27 AM

    @Everyone - Thank you so much for reading! :)

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