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Love story - Part 1


Following the Valentine’s Day I have decided to start off a series (like the stories in magazines) in my blog. Hopefully it is a gift for you all! If it is sad and bad you can inform me and I would consider stopping it! As it is February it is absolutely a rom-com attempt and don’t worry – I wont continue in this font =P
Btw all the characters in this story ( ies) are fictional and any resemblance to them in real life is absolutely Co incidental! J

The following part is a piece of evidence/ suicidal mistake compiled by the stupidest group of girls you will ever see (maybe that is said to every group of girls :D)

Hi everybody! We are the ‘queeen bees’ here. We are a bunch of 4, 3 of us are already hooked to some loser or the other, except 1 character called ‘Dinky’, her real name? Oh! We forgot it! [Wait! SHEILA forgot it, godo and Jappy didn’t]
So, our motive? To find a guy, no more like THE guy for Dinky, who always seems to be choosing the wrong guys!!
It is payback time for us gals, Dinky has helped us in all sorts of ways and we haven’t done anything – yet.....
Where did we get this insane idea of turning into match makers?

Flash back, a week back
In the same old beach

The girls were ‘spending’ time in the beach ‘alone’ (which meant without their boy friends) as they did every 2 days. This time it was different Dinky (their un named leader) came 2 hrs late! 2hrs!! Accepted that 1 hr off time was acceptable but 2hrs was a bit too much -  for their gang at least!
So dim wit yet 1 st to spit Sheila opened her mouth ( her named had become popular after sheila ki jawani so she forgot her nick name  ‘la’ overnight!)
“ Dinku....”
“ Don’t call me that!”
“ Dinky ... isn’t it kind of late? Isn’t it .......”
“ what? Against the rules? For gods sake Sheila! We aren’t teenagers anymore! I have job to attend”
“ So do I”  opened up godo ( who got angry only when her name got mis pronounced which was ‘often’ to put it mildly. It was “goo” from goose or Google and ‘do’ from pizza ‘dough’ , why she named herself needs a special edition in itself)
“ Sitting all day in your home and scribbling blogs is not a work!”
“ Dinky aren’t you hurting your feelings by telling so?” came in the ever sensitive Jappy
“ Aren’t you hurting mine?”
They sighed. No one good win arguments with Dinky full stop .  However they could have free ice creams from her money as usual.
“ok man , lets go inside Arun and talk” said Sheila who had started it
“ What! @!#$@%........” No she wasn’t going to end it
In the following stream of un necessary words, the girls or the bees ( queeen bees) heard more than they ought to.
One thing certain was that Dinky needed a GUY , as their ears pained from the rubbish and some loser ought to share this sacred task. And they wanted the ice creams :) 


Back to the present
So ppl! U saw why she needs a guy so badly. Our 1 st plan is to search the area for guys and the most prospective place is Dinky’s temple/asylum: her ‘OFFICE’
Going un invited won’t help , but we can’t help it coz we are going to help her!! (Doesn’t it sound good  Jappy? )

Btw we are typing this to check the blame share if the plan fails which is 100% impossible


-          written by the blogger “godo” J


                                                                      a semi creation


To Be Continued







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