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at Kutub (New Delhi, India) |
" India is my mother, and all Indians are my brother and sisters "
remember those school day pledges, and our next lines ( strictly except one ) he he..
i hate my school.. but the college and the brothers ..
not been even an year, my college life.. oops :(, ended !! i am damn missing our bromance...
besty frnds, fights... running after the same girl ...
bunking classes, muveees ;), shere Punjab.. numerable and priceless.
class rooms, teasing lecturers,.. nasfar gossips.., results, games.... ha ha ..
engineering , re-engineering ,..
copping, creating
construction, imagination .......
not getting ??
these are the most respected salutations we used fo each other..
miss all that :(
Hold me
To a promise that I'll be the kind of the friend that in the end
Will always keep you company
Because when the world gets tough
And times get hard
I will always love you, I'll be your bodyguard
Cause you're my bestie, and if you test me
I'll prove it time and time again, I got your back until the end
A brotha from anotha motha.
in most heterosexual way, luv u bro's
hopeless, jey
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