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This is one of the best SMSes I have received in recent times:

Celebration means
A winter evening
Four Friends
One Rain
Four glasses of Tea

Celebration means

Hundred bucks of petrol
A rusty old bike
And an open road

Celebration means
Maggi noodles
A hostel room
4:25 am

Celebration means
3 old friends
3 separate cities
1 internet messenger

Celebration means
Rain on a hot tin roof
Pakoras deep frying
Neighbours dropping in
A Party

Celebration means
2 friends
1 SOUL Cheerzzz!!

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