So there's this guy in India who has written the name of his lost love over a million times, and plans to keep going until he reaches 10 million. He's punishing himself, you see, for lacking the courage to ask her to marry him. The kicker is that he went on to marry someone else and now has two kids. And he still writes the name of his lost love over and over for an hour each day.
Am I getting old? I don't find this situation the least bit romantic. In fact, I'm kind of infuriated at this asshole. Can you imagine being married to someone who spent an hour a day being ritualistically infatuated with someone else? He should at least have the decency to pine away in private.
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What a total asshole.
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