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My best friend, who I'll call "Frankie" for this, have been buddies for three or four years now. We've gotten to the point where we don't care if we know secrets about each other, and we don't care if we drink out of the same glass. Every time we hang out, there's nothing specific we do. We just...exist together. Sometimes we don't even talk, and that's okay. An example of this is one of the days we had gone to the dollar store down the street from each of our houses and spent all of our money on random little things. We went back to his house, went down into his basement, and recorded an episode of our own podcast. Nobody knows about the podcast, and nobody but us listens to it, and it's great! He fell asleep before me, and I stayed awake until the sun came up. I was just messing around on my computer and drinking one of the Arizona teas I bought until the sun came up. He woke up, we ate breakfast, and then I went home. A normal day and night for us, but it was worth it. We enjoyed ourselves, and in the end, that's all that matters.
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she said that karma workes in the garden
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She asked what I was doing when I knocked at the door.
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A: No one can be blamed for being lazy or irresponsible
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My grandfather was in Indian army. He usually told me stories of their life in army when I was kid. So here is one of the best story of my life and story that every Indian heart will feel proud after reading this.
My grandfather was participated in India-China war 1962. We lost the war thousands of soldiers injured my grandfather was shot by bullet in right arm and also they had very deep knife cuts on face and back but he survived as fighter he was always. Then he was transferred from border to Delhi Army Hospital for urgent medical assistance. One slider lost his both hands in war (lets called him Mr.Indian) and he was right beside my Grandfather. After some days in hospital while recovering Indira Gandhi came to visit soldiers. Although Mr.Indian lost his both hands but still he was stable and charm on his face like nothing was happened.
Conversation between Mr.Indian and Indira Gandhi and my Grandfather was listening.
Indira Gandhi asked Mr. Indian: How are you Sir ?? with joint hands. As soon as Mr. Indian heard this he started crying. Indira Gandhi asked him”Why are you crying ?Do you have any problem ? any thing what you want please do not feel alone I am here for you”. Also she further told him that “Please don’t care about money and family I will take care of all the things”.
Mr. Indian replied “ Madam I have huge respect for you. You are god for me .It was my dream to meet you once in life But see we are meeting first time in my life but my bad-luck is I don’t have my arms to join in front of you.”
My eyes where so numb and become even more numb when my Grandfather told me the moral of the story “The true nationalist”.
Now I am in Time Zone where people are chanting "Death to India" and "We will war India" (JNU Issue). I urge all to compare both incidents this will increase your Indian feeling by at-least by 1 %.
Salute to all war heroes and all true Indians.
Miss you Grandpa.
