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We all went into ashok sir room. One by one to sign our admit cards.

I don't know what came I'm my mind.

While we were doing all these formalities.. I secretly flip the pages ... To his roll no.

His address was there along with the phone no.

And see the irony...see my memory power...

I mesmerise his number in a one go..

Can you believe it..

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After some days when I tried that number..

It wasn't his.. It was someone else's.

Fuck.

And I know where his house is but I never mind going there..

I don't really need to..

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