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MODI

  'Modi you are great'  she guffawed loud as she heard him  blasting the opposition at one of his  recent election rallies .  She found him no less than a juggler  in his charisma and  magic. She remembered  the moments when he was in the U.S , he couldn't  pronounce  the most  commonly used  english words  while addressing the senate and she missed a beat  that he may be  made  a fun of,  but he was  undaunted  and  unstoppable.  He is  constantly being  castigated  by the opposition  for his  costly and flashy dresses but he is doubly emboldened to indulge his favourite choices. He is  a chronic bachelor and  of no   shady repute  but  seems to  elevate the  pretty faces in his party, which too  perhaps is a mere surmise.  No  doubt  he is  a riddle to her but a darling  to his masses  since he regales   them with his witty sense of humour  and his penetrating observation of the follies and misdeeds of the  opposition.  He is there  to dent their  skewed minds, the frustrated scions of the opposition  and their chaperons in tow .

He regales  his country men ,the poor and harried ,who feel some moments of celebration in his  suspension of disbelief !

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