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I am always willing to take you to OYO, Ms. Misra. No matter what policies they might have, I have sufficient contacts to get us through.
Will you be kind enough to agree, just for once?
It feels good to see that some people are openly, and quite shamelessly, admitting that they will miss the “OYO waala pyaar”. What is even more interesting is that a reputed publication like The Print is providing them with a platform to air their “grievances”.
For us, OYO meant only one thing. No respectable family ever put up in an OYO hotel. OYOs were the hub of all sorts of shady people involved in all kinds of shady businesses.
But yes, one can understand Ms. Misra’s disappointment at missing out on the “OYO waala love”.
True. Those were really good times. Pretty much everyone that I know of used to indulge in “OYO waala pyaar”.
Of course, it was just sex and nothing else. OYO gave us the space to do it and experiment and also mature sexually.
Nowadays, people pine for “true love” and I keep wondering what that really means. For me, there’s only one kind of love – OYO waala pyaar.
Freedom of speech, freedom to eat, freedom to love, freedom to live is gone in new regime …..
I am always willing to take you to OYO, Ms. Misra. No matter what policies they might have, I have sufficient contacts to get us through.
Will you be kind enough to agree, just for once?
It feels good to see that some people are openly, and quite shamelessly, admitting that they will miss the “OYO waala pyaar”. What is even more interesting is that a reputed publication like The Print is providing them with a platform to air their “grievances”.
For us, OYO meant only one thing. No respectable family ever put up in an OYO hotel. OYOs were the hub of all sorts of shady people involved in all kinds of shady businesses.
But yes, one can understand Ms. Misra’s disappointment at missing out on the “OYO waala love”.
True. Those were really good times. Pretty much everyone that I know of used to indulge in “OYO waala pyaar”.
Of course, it was just sex and nothing else. OYO gave us the space to do it and experiment and also mature sexually.
Nowadays, people pine for “true love” and I keep wondering what that really means. For me, there’s only one kind of love – OYO waala pyaar.