AAaaannnnnnddddd the Indians are out of our house!
This calls for a
*rubs hands in glee*
Oh hello, Mr Contractor!
PS: Mummy dearest, I love you and everything and staying with you for four months was fab and everything but there's something unbearably alluring about staying in my own little space. That's why I ran away to Dubai for three years. And got married. And oh yeah, grew up.
PPS:Okay, that last bit about growing up is a little far-fetched coz that has yet to happen. Inside. Yes, I'm regressing internally, it seems.
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