"Forum kitna tanda hain yaar! chapter post karo na!"
"hey, kal raat ka episode dekha aapne? did you see SK's expressions? they were so cute na! Black shirt mein toh mast lagta hain yaar!"
"aap ne chapter post kardiya?? ok ok phone rakho rakho. mujhe jaake abhi padna hain. and then i will call. ok?"
"Hey Sujatha, i thought of a song for Kashmakash..when Ashu declares his love for Nidhi. You said it was a public function na, make him sing sun hi sakhi..you heard that song? type it in google..lyrics ek dum mast hain yaar."
"you know you should publish Kashmakash. its beautiful. you need a good editor but. mein aap ka editor banjaau kya? profits mein share milega?"
"make it like Nidhi's mom writes a letter to her saying she is sorry. Start it like My dearest Nidhi..if you are reading this letter, that means, i am no longer there. and you are free of your painful past. Go and open your scribble pad..i will dictate the letter now aur baaki ka changes aap karlena."
"You know you are a cheat. aap ko a grand wedding sequence likhna darr lagta hain and thats why you killed Nidhi's mom in Tum Se Hi"
"haan haan boliye na. ruk kyon gaye..i want to see how many details of your SR you are willing to tell me."
"yaar i am trying to translate your hindi Kashmakash into a english one..but i am stuck. Khadoos ka koi achcha apt english word nahi milraha. kya karoon? aap hi socho aur batao."
"zyaada time nahi hain Sujatha..FF jaldi likho. par tum tension mat lo haan..mein poora padke hi jaaongi."
I keep hearing these things in my mind. And I keep thinking, "if its like this for me, whats it like to the family!" I don't know. I probably can't comprehend their depth of pain.
I am proud to say that Doc is my friend.
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