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||Patla la la la lee o'.. :D


First of all,

A VERY VERY VERY VERRRRYYYY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!

This post celebrates the twentieth birthday of my 24x7[except holidays] friend, philosopher and guide, the person who made it all look easy in these two years. A studious bookworm, a faithful friend, an excellent daughter, a lovable sister, a dedicated (ahem!) friend [read into the lines here :P], and a perfect counselor.

I would like you to know that I'm grateful to you - for forgiving my silliness at times, for putting some sense into my brain every now and then, for really listening and understanding all that I always have to say, for trusting me enough to share things closest to you, for just being you! You are one of the very few people who know me, and know me well.

I wish you all the happiness in the world, and everything you deserve, everything you want. I promise I'm gonna be there for you every single time that you need me. 

Apart from that, I also promise to :
  • Bug you by calling you on Gtalk every time I see you online, even if you're sitting right next to me. :P
  • Finish all your chocolates before you even get a chance to as much as open them now that I'm allowed to have chocolates. :P
  • Never stop singing the Patla/Kingfisher theme song. :P
  • Never let you have a peaceful telephone conversation. :P
  • Never stop teasing you to your wits' end. :P
  • Call you fat whenever you ask for my opinion. :P
  • And et cetera. You know, all the usual stuff that I do. :P
And I've kinda run out of things to say right now, so here's your cake, which I'm gonna vasool as soon as I see you.

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