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Happy Birthday?

Let my rhyme wish you..Have a wonderful and prosperous life ahead !!

When I saw you at first.. You seemed to be strict...
At the entrance all behaved, as it was your district...

The moment we entered the lab, we were back to normal...
We would untie our neck-tie and become informal...

For a week or so this routine continued... 
Until I started my questions which you couldn't elude...

In no time our rapport started building...
Why a constructed building is still called a building??

My questions increased as I would never be at ease... 
You had answers for all, which shed away all my worries...

Slow and steady I was gaining my merit... 
Unaware of the fact that, I was becoming your favorite...

Days, weeks, months, years passed...
But those memories and our relation lasts...

Do you know the meaning of loam? 
Anyway you make VITA my second home...


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Abhishek Gorale

A software engineer by profession and a curious blogger by will. An ambivert who balances his creative and geeky sides.


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