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Next up is Inner Engineering at Basavanagudi this wednesday!
Guess how i will be driving to the class??? a Honda Civic 1.8 VMT. Yup, that's my 'new' car...
Will be out of facebook for a week...
Taking classes in different parts of Bangalore city is the best way to experience the City...
But more about that later....
For now, Buckle up your seat belt dorothy, cos Kansas is going Bye-Bye...
Vroooom!

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