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I remember being young and in love, across the miles. I remember staring at the screen for hours, chatting to the boy I loved. I remember how the internet became our only communication. I remember how hearts were broken, love was mended, stories were told, lies were undone … all through our cyber love … I remember being naive enough to think that cyber love was enough …

— By Amba Nair (from “Open Theme”)

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