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By Neel Anil Panicker
I’m done…done with you.
I don’t need you.
‘You sure?’ you ask.
“Dead sure”, I say.
Dead sure ‘coz I’m done with taking insults__the poison dipped barbs, the not so veiled innuendos that come my way every single time I take a stroll down the park, or so much as amble across to the weekly vegetable market, or worse, bend my knees in obeisance inside the hallowed precincts of the local temple.
Yeah, I’m ditching you.
All set to get hitched to a girl.
Any girl who’d love a man without a leg or two.
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