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'Give me your number again ,I just lost my address book’ requested Rohit.


'9211 04201’.........


.....'& Radhika’s?


‘hey isn’t my number enough? .....Why do you want my wife's number ? Rahul joked.



‘Ufff, I am planning to run away with her.... happy?’ they both laughed loudly.



‘921104202’-



'Thanks buddy’ said Rohit...with the two airtickets clutched in his palm.





Gyanban Thoughts - Thought of giving it an alternative tittle - A friend indeed ...is a friend in need ! am guessing most readers would think Rohit ran away with Radhika...see how we all think alike ? But I must confess somewhere the thought did cross my mind what if Rohit was actually clutching the connecting flight ticket ?

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  1. that was the quickest and quirkiest dhoka story i have ever heard.

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  2. ouch! thats just cruel...

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  3. Hey..Its a super piece here! is this a 55 fiction style? if I'm not wrong..
    definitely difficult to pen..
    Am trying to pen one too but nothing as wonderful as urs has come tomind as yet!!!
    :(

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  4. OMG!!
    Please God, save us from such friends!! :D
    Good one!! :)

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  5. ouch...friend like dese are soooo not needed...

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  6. @meghpeon - thanks...but why do you say quirkiest?

    @Dagny ouch meaning ?

    @Sunshine - ouch meaning cruel...isnt it.?

    @ramblings - smile back !

    @Vibhuti - yes this is 55 fiction.look forward to your post.

    @Aparna - Witty and how! Tongue n cheek i'd say.

    @Shilpa - there s a dark side in all of us ! even spiderman III has.

    @Tweety - you betcha.!

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  7. yep ouch meaning cruel!!

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  8. @Sunshine - but did you read the foot note?

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  9. Very witty! Short, yet perception makes all the difference :)

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  10. Short and sweet......was your friend trying to take his wife away from you(in a lighter sense)?

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  11. @Mohan - thanks am glad you liked it !

    @Old monk - ha ha my friend wouldn't risk that my friend....he would probably loose his ear drums,hair and skin in the process...:-))

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  12. hey hey..I dint think they ran away..:) anyways nice post..short and sweet..:)

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  13. I actually thought he ran away with his friend's wife, till I saw your foot note.. Too good :)

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  14. wwow... wattaeyy twist..
    i too was thinkin on similar lines..
    but then kahani mein u havent mentioned if ROhit is engaged or married or atleast committed so chances are it could be his GF's ticket too :P

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  15. @Vamsi - i am happy that you thought lateral...thanks for dropping by.

    @nikki - thanks Nikki am glad you liked it.!most of us did think he ran away...


    @megzone - that is deliberate to keep you thinking...! :-)

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  16. This brought a smile on my face. Very quick and aptly written. loved the pace. :)

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  17. @tikulicious - thanks and am glad you liked it...I quite liked the parenting post if I may call it so...calls for a debate actually..

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  18. Lol! :P Saw your thoughts...but it's hard to not think otherwise... :D

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  19. @psych babler - yes agree most of us thought the same...

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  20. @psych babler - yes agree most of us thought the same...

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  21. One of the best 55-Fictions I have read and kya twist mara :) I mean the Note after the story ;)

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  22. Wow! Nice one. I especially loved the twist!

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  23. @dmanji - thanks for reading et tu. I am quite new to 55 fiction..so i ll take it as a compliment.

    @magali - am gald you liked it.

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  24. I see you have changed your blog template! I like it...! :)

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  25. I see you have changed your blog template! I like it...! :)

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  26. thanks..struggled a lot to get all the widgets working..still some work to do.

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  27. wow that was some story... :D brilliant :D

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  28. Thanks Rajlakshmi - am glad you liked it.

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  29. Nice , My type of guy he hehehe ... I thought what most have thought but then I also thought he has the tickets for somebody else..

    But the number coincidence is great just one digit difference wow

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  30. Thanks mannbik...much appreciated.

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  31. Without your footnote, I was already thinking about a beach in Bahamas for them ;)

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  32. He he that was the idea, and that s when it struck me that this could be made into a short film.

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  33. Great Story. Loved the style!

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  34. Thanks Sowmya and welcome to Scrambled Egg!!

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  35. Love the text above the comment box. I mean it. :) Nice to be here, looking forward to reading more..

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  36. @Arslan - Welcome and thanks.

    @D2 - thank you !

    @Chitz - Well the jury is still out on that.!

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  37. great efforts

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  38. @Corpusmoney @Ausdrucklos @MaumitaB - thank you.Much appreciated.

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