Here's a conversation I had with one of the senior most boys in the house (but one who has the mind of one of the youngest in the house):
Brother, I want you to do me a favour. You know, Don Bosco home in Ongole? There is one person who daily goes to office, walking past the Don Bosco gate every morning. His name is Rajendra. I want his phone number!
When I was too stupefied to reply or state anything, he innocently asks, "Don't you know Rajendra, Brother?"
Brother, I want you to do me a favour. You know, Don Bosco home in Ongole? There is one person who daily goes to office, walking past the Don Bosco gate every morning. His name is Rajendra. I want his phone number!
When I was too stupefied to reply or state anything, he innocently asks, "Don't you know Rajendra, Brother?"
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