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These are the few of those who have made an impact in the last 2 years to my world around me. Its funny that time spent will be memory now although the relations will run deeper. 


Be it dinner at Shri or just a walk post class that is destressing, the coffee at the tuck or the wild gaping at the time tables...the angst against the system, exchanging travel plans, the meat at Kareeems...

Its been a wild ride and its just begun.

Thank you- Renu, Venky, Chintan,Mehul, DB, PC

Comments

pluckedchicken said…
You never know if you mean anything to someone till it's time to say good bye.
shilpa said…
Lovveee these pics!!!!
Sneha said…
missing our good old times..:(
P. said…
Great pictures :)

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