
( Mr. Moron and his Miss Moron.)
I met "Mr.Moron".Mr. Moron was glad to meet me probably thinking that I was Miss Moron (as always missed out). There was sparkle in his eyes and dreams for sure. That this was a definite hit. But then I had to tell him " Look Mr.,I just cant get along with a MORON." He smiled off and went. He met my friend and again thought-" This must be Miss Moron".
Well why am I writing about a Moron? And is that Moron significant of it? Is he really worthy of it?
How do I know that he is a M? Is it just because I felt so? Is he really that M?
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Well, well.... Well......... now I think he is not.Because he was the only one who spoke whatever he felt even for the fraction of a second. He didn't hide, didn't despise, didn't disguise, didn't pretend..........
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He is still in possession of the capacity that i lost 10 years ago, the capacity to get elated, to be happy, and to smile the heart out. I lost it even though I have become sensible. I lost it because the moron retained the child and I became a real sense " MORON".
Some of the great time Miss Morons caught-


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brilliant photos
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