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Mohsin...

Holistic and sincere at first meet...
He has a body of an athlete..

Prankster and witty in the second...
Slow and steady our friendship deepened..

Haramkhor and kamina the third time...
He has listened to me in my downtime..

Studies, Pranks, Trips we did together...
When time to upload the pics... He is a pooper..

See he smiles after reading this...
Shameless I won't say... But he is in bliss..

He preaches as if he is a FATHER !!!
Not mine... But of the chruch..

He has been with me through my thick and thin...
He is my "Super-Man" Mohsin..

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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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