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MUKTA MUKTA!!

have you ever really talked to the person sitting next to you? bothered to find out who he/she really is?
i did and am all the more happier for it.
mukta is my friend and quite frankly the best person i've ever met! unruly hair, squeaky voice and a heart of gold! mukta is priceless and the best part is she is my friend.
mukta is dilligent. she does her work on time, studies well and has a pleasant outlook towards life.
she's like a breath of fresh air, so different from all the wannabe clones that inhabit my classroom for eight gruellingly sleepy hours every weekday!
mukta is blessing and in time, if she gives me permission i'll tell you her story!

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