SunEclipsers just for you!: In Fairy Land - Page 7

Originally posted by: SValeCalGal

'Whoa!! KAROL BAGH??!!'

'Yeah! Like I said, it's only temporary. Simi's father is not well and she's there taking care of things ... it's a long involved

'Perfect! It's great hearing your voice Abhi man! How long has it been since we saw each other last! What's the address?!'

Vishal and Abhi were high-school friends and their friendship had brought the Tanejas and the Mathurs into a wonderful friendship. He briefly and tersly told Simi about the conversation and asked if something special could be prepared for dinner the next evening.

Vishal arrived on time and was a little taken aback at the sight of the Pink Palace! Wow! This was such a drastic change from their homes in Golf Links and Chanakyapuri! Not to mention their homes in the hills. His own family would be headed to Kulu after his return to London. He was really befuddled at the cause behind this - Simi must be someone truly special! He walked up to the home itself, on the second floor of the building. On the brass plate it announced 'Sethi Niwas'. He couldn't help but smile. How he'd been ribbed on his arrival in England about his inability - like the vast preponderance of Indians - to phonetically distinguish 'w' from 'v'! He certainly was glad, his parents had spelt his name with the 'V' ... 'Wishal' would have been too much. He rang the door bell and saw a smiling Abhi on the other side

In walked this bubbly, petite woman dressed in a pastel sulvaar suit. He rose, and stood there, momentarily mesmerized, then caught himself so as not to appear rude by staring. They shook hands and everyone sat down for a chat. Mili saw a tall, skinny, good looking young man. Any friend of her beloved binlaw Abhi was a friend of hers! 'Lambu pole in the Tambu' is how Vishal's younger sister Vasundhara referred to him! After a few minutes, Simi arose to leave the room. She returned with glasses of Nimbu-Pani. It was a warm evening. Ah! , he thought. A cold beer here at Sethi Nivas would not what would have been offered! The Nimbu Pani was perfect. Just the right amount of sweet and sour.

There was wonderful cold mango and cold kheer for dessert.

Well ... that's where the Vishal/Mili saga began!

The next thing the Sethis knew there was a proposal from the Mathurs. Mili was agreeable to going out with Vishal to measure up this tall lanky fellow. Under no circumstances, however, was a marriage to take place before her degree was complete. That would be a year from now.

A grand engagement was arranged to happen a week before Vishal left for the UK.

Originally posted by: -Shankar-

I doubt anyone in their right mind would be friends with an evil person like Anita!

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Then your naivete needs further assessment!

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<font color="#0000ff">Hey I never said that Anita doesn't have friends. I am just saying, evil people have evil friends!</font>

</font><font color="#000000">I find this HIGHLY unrealistic! No descriptive transition from aqcuaintances to friendship then to love. Don't you agree? If you are trying to make sense of your story, please make it realistic.</font>

<font color="#cc0066">Hey buddy, if you have an axe to grind, fine. I can take you on! It sure appears that you're having trouble understanding that this is a SYNOPSIS (another new word eh?) to bring us to the current time. </font>

<font color="#0000ff">Well, I think that "head over heals" was a little too far. You should've written that he was really attracted. I think that would be more suitable.</font>

Doyou consider "really acctracted" equivalent to "head-over-heels" since you mention the comparing words "as well" ?

<font color="#cc0066">Oh dear, oh dear! So tiresome already! I don't consider 'acctracted' as anything; 'attracted' on the other hand is a legitimate English word. And in my estimation, 'head-over-heels' is a superset of 'attracted'!</font>

<font color="#0000ff">It is an extreme version of attracted. So I feel your "estimation" was inaccurate. </font>

I did not find any real tasteful art that everyone was talking about!

<font color="#cc0066">But my dear fella, there's no accounting for taste! Perhaps all of yours is in your mouth?!</font>

<font color="#0000cc">Maybe...but I feel you should incorporate more attracting romance. 🤢</font>

Don't post something and you cannot back it up!

<font color="#cc0066">Or else what?! Don't make me 'effing laugh!</font>

<font color="#0000ff">Is that a threat?I just feel that it won't make any sense and will force people to think you are unprofessional. </font>

Very unprofessional.

<font color="#cc0066">Where or why did you get the idea that (i) I am a professional serial writer; (ii) that is what is expected on this site; and (iii) most importantly the utter and abject schlock that is spewed all over the fora here can be classified as professional work??!! You're just sore about something different and it's coming thru loud and clear! So, I tell ya what - save yer breath to cool yer porridge!! Is someone holding a gun to your head to readmy stuff?</font>

<font color="#0000ff">No, I just feel that you were basking in the limelight about your work being original. AndI have thefull right to read whatever is in theforum. You cannot stop me. Do you consider your work "your stuff"? Does that mean that you don't have confidence in yourself? Wow. And I did cool my porridge! It was good. I guess it was the sense of accomplishment, self-confidence,and success that made it taste good. Do you have the same feeling?</font>

am becoming nauseous. I feel like throwing up.

<font color="#cc0066">Take some Pepto-Bismol and don't call us in the morning! 😕</font>

<div><font color="#0000ff">I tried and it didn't work. 🤢And sweetie, you didn't reply to all my comments. I have to suppose that you didn't have all the answers.</font>

Originally posted by: femmedivine

well...dunno 'bout evil...but the theme of duds attracting duds...well..dearieumm..sh....did that shoe pinch...whoopsies!!!...

deeps...he is right...your story IS unrealistic...there are no rapes...no accusations..no... Oh the scandal!!..ya know.....the Oh! what a shame!!...thought of changing my name!!!!.and i got downhearted....everytime i...err..pumbaa..not in front of the kids!!or adults who behave like kids....hakuna matata....

no weeping, sad, pathetic female stereotypes...perpetually wrangling/shangling their hands, or other assorted appendages.... and mangling their thoughts, besides generally wanting to make us pull out THEIR collective hairs...(i'm not touchin MAH mane...nuh..uh!!)..sadleee...this is reality or weirdly..fantasy fiction for some of those who do get their whinges on puerilty...do cater to them, if you so choose, just as soon as we both find the nearest tree to barf!!

the transition is unrealistic!!! woo-hooo ..boy...this is fiction...the whole damnblowuptheIQandletloosethesense damn story line of le seriale originale is unrealistic...so if one follows along the theme, and thereby comes up with a plotline that is readable, is funny, has a storyline with intrigues and does a decent fast forward..'coz unlike others..we really don't fester upon malignant details..and let them seriously tumour out on us.. whyever not...!!! go for it i say..let them have 4 kids in six months...err..make that 8..one in two is a good division..can do whole nos and no fractions..or whatever...

hmmm...'bout want to know now...yes...absolutely..let me get my trustybackbenderandkneescraper...rightaway saar!!!...anything else to top that up..tea with imodium..maybe..'coz there is some serious critical diarrhoea going on...

and deeps..do stop rushing...give abhi and simi a chance to look into each other's eyes...get a few cataracts...loose a few teeth...maybe share a cane...and live a celibate life..'coz then there sure as heck are not gonna do a zoobylooby dance are they???...lets keep it platonic folks..meanwhile the Populn. count keeps climbing above a billion...man..them storks are really generous!!...

oh yeah..deeps..i did add the period that YOU forgot...along with a few exclamations, osculations,asphyxiations,discombobulations,multiplications,cotico-asininations,...yeah ..

oh!!!how could ur plotline be shallow deeps...never mind that there is stuff out here that masquerades as a story that is prolly on the level of a granita in thickness...and can be bashed to make an ice-cream topping, that u, i and a few others would do marathon ,rather that eat......but YOU!!!..to have a storyline that is 3-storeys high..when what was expected from you by the granita lot was a skyscraper...u disappointer u!!!

yeah babes...how dare you not extend the post marriage romance to the point of nausea induction...or was it non-nausea induction..now my brain is scrambled...what was wanted again...oh yeah..post marriage romance!!! oh ...that shtuff..which DID not happen in the tele-bit till the cows came home, kicked up bales of hay, had a few calves...and ruminated on assorted cuds...that romance...!!! yeah deeps...prolong the agony!! we have only borned the agony of misspellings, absent punctuations..'course brutus did note the absence of a period(literal and not euphemistic here) ...and brutus of course, is an honourable man...and so are they all...errmmm...whatever they are...

hey...u caused a headache..thereby proving that there WAS a head...yippeee!!!! err...am i the only 1 celebrating...join in deeps...u aided in proving a medical fact that a human CAN'T exist without a head...so what if said head functions sub-cortically...and that..in toto..across that pond..lies a collective total of un, deux, peut-etre.. trois celles de gris.. and u did that in just ONE episode deeps, ...just imagine...you keep this up and some folks..might just ...manage to grow a brain among their collective selves....u medical miracle worker u...oh stop blushing!!!

sigh!! the light at the end of a subway tunnel...there is perception of some sense..,so we have to live in the hope that as one continues to peruse your work, that their perception of sense would expand accordingly...after all, one cannot blame them...what they have fed upon...is hardly conducive to sense...and sensibility development..non!!!

be patient, dahling!!! be patient!!! u shall prevail...but till then..labour on...fiction on...and hope that there is a collective expansion of vocabulary and a proportionate decrease in the consumption of pepto-bismol...'coz the fact that you are better...must cause some acid to churn, after all!!!

toodles..daahling..mwaaah!!!

Originally posted by: SValeCalGal

Rani - get this:

Kudos. I can't beat that!

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Hmmm ... must be the part about 'laboring on'!!!!! 😆😆

Or ... maybe .... 😆😆