if any survey is ther to acceses the most hellishh place in the earth, am damn sure am lil room can outnumbr al cmpetitors. 'it smply luk like an earthquake - affected place- its ma aunty z comment, now you can understand that i was not at all exageratin. yea she was exageratting a bit as there z no broken bricks there. no probs to roof also. disregarding that point am concluding that its notin less than hell- ii never cmpromise on second best.-

thz z the hell am am devil here-at least its d reality that i made hell outta here.

now i will give a virtual report of ma room as this post is entirely dedicated to my room. where are us? yup vertual report. lemme start with most calm places here, welll lets start wid ma wardrobe. itz totally empty, so my guardian angels can njoy solace there. u may doubt wer are my dresses then. its all scattered here n theing re. i repeat scattered. my 97% of buks are peacefully resting at ma shelf and rest 3% z giving company to ma dressses.ma beautiful pattupavadas , kurtas , saris etc are lying down on bed n floor- attires of different prices r smply njoyin ultimate chaoes together . wat a socialism. long live socialism( yea it smply means that i love to retain these anarchy for sme mre days) .

after effects. one handsome argentinin dudo came into my room, dont wonder as if thz z his first visit. he used to come here usually, hey dont speculate any more. he z d only guy who ever came to my home. now he started aranged ma room... i yelled... no che, i will do it myself.

tell me ya, how can i make him to work.? i refused his help like a modest lady. he gave a killer look AT ME. and continued sorting out n i continued enjoing lukin at himlyk a princess dnt know how ma modesty vanishes

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