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Saturday, October 10, 2009, 1:36 PM
i love my friends. i love little india.
the place is pretty much like ecstacy. the place i mean. you get drawn into it. and keep wanting to go back.
all the blue denims, the sexy slippers, the hot fringes, the gold hair and the list goes on.
coconut water. pavement. weird smell everywhere. brilliance.