Wooing Geeta…Part 2
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Geeta. Aha! what a name! Song of the meaning of life, and so true she was to her name. She was of my age. She was the younger sister of my sister’s friend. We met sometimes when I went to fetch my sister home from their house. Their father was a Superintendent of Police (you…
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