Vora And The Something Something
Wait, no she’d prefer whatever sound the stock market rising levels make. Whoosh? I don’t know.
They began by badgering us (me, and her) unknowingly about each other. That is assuringly confunding. I didn’t know Vora, Vora didn’t know me, but our mutuals racooned off by self righteously claiming us to be the wonders of the cloning process that was first carried out in Australia to a sheep. That’s wrong. We’re apparently better than the sheep where the mind’s concerned.
No, I don’t know again where I’m actually heading towards. But Vora says things to me and almost all the time the realisation that she speaks, hits me like a much required epiphany. Because she says the things that linger at the back of my mind.
“No, I’m not noticing his amazing hair, or his sarcastic wit, and I’m so not noticing the way his shirt is fitting him…and where was I now?”
Oh Vora, you sarcastic li’l iddy.
It’s hardly been what, a month? Oh but you know me, and now we know more people through each other. And that’s the best, knowing more intellectuals still cease to exist in this made sucky environment.
eg) Diggy, Talwar. Comprende.
What’s left is that lunch at Jalapenos and that economics based research paper that we’re going to approach together. And that internship.
Let’s start having fun, our J.P Morgan way, Vora xD
x EdgyShark x