"It's Paris ... Paa pa pap paa aaa Riiieee ii Zzz" She stressed on the word Paris a bit too hard in her own unique style. Ha it was her longest waited dream, to walk in the city of Paris... French love something that crept into her since high school days where she started learning French as her second language.
"You know I need to brush up my broken French" excited was her sound.
Love over food?
Food OR love?
When Travel, Food and Romance mix what you get is a perfect recipe for blooming love story!
HUH?
You don't believe?
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Bon Voyage
Roop Alhuwalia from Punjab! 23 years old, Out from college, on the Streets of Paris, munching freshly baked Choco chips exploring the land of Romance!
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There you go, this not a story of once upon a time there lived a girl who dreamt of ...blah blah blah... This is my story and I shall narrate it in my own way! In case you find it irritating feel free to switch off your brain and continue listening for I hate people leaving mid-way, not that am intolerant to criticism but you see am way too sensitive...and I might break down weeping which will be a very bad sight. So yeah for yours and mine betterment I am telling you to continue listening for I even ASSURE you that my narration will be much better than what you are going to hear in second half.
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Oh yeaaah I love winking, so you will have to bear with my constant winking in between ;)
I am going to start from my early childhood days where once upon a time me the little chubby girl with hair plaited into two tied with ribbon wearing my bluish grey uniform eating butta walked to school, as I mindlessly munched the steamy corn my thoughts were stuck at something else. I was thinking about Eifel Tower... those pictures which Pinky chachi showed of her honeymoon. Daaarn! All in my home was praising her new dress and style and "lovely dovey" chemistry, physics and biology between chachi and chacha but wait...No one was interested in Eifel towers? Why oh why? Then chachi could have gone to Rami's Photo Studio and clicked picture keeping Eifel tower in background! Huh! May be they wanted to explore France! So excited I asked Chachi to tell about France and guess what, all she said was the excitement in spotting an Indian restaurant around the corner and eating aloo parantha from there and remembering Punjab... HEAD DESK!
So yeaaah that was the first time I decided to go and see this mysterious place all by myself. And since then I have been yearning for an opportunity to visit France. This yearning reached its peak when for the first time I learned French... those very basic French which almost all knows...but yes each time I glared into my colorful textbook with those awesome pictures, I literally pictured myself standing right there, speaking in fluent French and laughing with French people. But sadly all I could do for years was just wait and dream, wait and dream, wait and dream till my dream of going to Paris entered to the archive folder of my mind. Sad face me... But soon an opportunity hit and when it hit, it hit me hard. Right after graduation I got a chance to go to Paris all by myself!
It's Chintu's marriage and he is marrying his French girlfriend! Oh Chintu... I so so love you for this. But my family is really upset with this, so I too need to put up a grave face in front of them. They are really upset that their bahu is going to be a non-Punjabi, non-north-Indian and worse Non-Indian! I remember mommy saying if only she was English they could at least talk but French... who will speak to her in French? I grinned hard as I can show off my broken French skill to them!
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But then for Chintu's sake someone has to attend the wedding only on the compromise that a grand reception will be held in Delhi! And since all were disinterested in meeting French people, I jumped to volunteer but soon hid my excitement and made myself sound sacrificial, as I am doing this for my families sake but Good GOD...I was all Dancing deep inside!
Dhink Chaka Dhink Chaka Dhink Chaka!
And now you see here I am... In Paris... Two days prior to wedding just to explore the city all by myself!
WoooSh!
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"Bonjour Mademoiselle" husky voice interrupted my thoughts!
Oh yesssh that's perfect! That is the way she should feel! Yes yesssh! She should say I have a husky voice and her thoughts or rather her confusing thoughts about her future should get interrupted. Kabir Khanna! Call me KK!
I am big fan of KK, the singer and somehow I have this fancy idea of having a nick name with which people address me... Like how they say SRK, I too want people to call me KK! Deep sigh!
Am extremely sorry if you people are feeling out of place or something! I am a terrible narrator. I really don't know how to tell a story and hell yeaaah I Suck big time at it. If there is any particular pattern or order and I am not adhering to it and instead am confusing you people then take in my heartfelt apology and bear with my stupidity for it is necessary that you guys sit through my bullshit to know the end of what happens in this tale! I know this is no fairy tale or any such fantastic story for you all to be interested in still since I started for my sake listen! Also people never listens to me... L (sad face) so for that sake listen!
Hoping you all still with me lemme continue my story...the one I haven't even begun. So I am Kabir Khanna a.ka. KK. I am around 26 years old, failed twice at an attempt to do business. Now totally jobless walking through the streets of Paris searching for a friend whose address I forgot to take from India and completely penniless that I can't call home and ask for it ... wait... I got robbed in meantime that I lost both my wallet and phone. So yes I feel like am in 18th century, hopelessly hoping someone will come like a fairy and help me out from this mess! And to make things worse I haven't eaten anything since morning... the little bit money I had, I mercilessly spend on a crepe and now am both starving and struggling. Good God Help me!!!!!!
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"Hello, who the hell are you?" Roop snarled
"Excuse me...are you flirting with me?"
She looked at him, a look if possible could have broken him into bits.
"OH yesssh! Bloody hell"
That was the first time Roop met Kabir. Not so romantic, not so fantastic, no so symbolic, just plain, simple hardly noticed meeting. Yeaaah Roop was talking to a stranger standing beside her, who in vain was trying to get touchy touchy with her and Kabir standing right behind her was flirting with an unknown stranger. And thus Kabir and Roop without even knowing the existence of each other met.
Can you call such meeting as M-E-E-T-I-N-G in literal sense?
Let's see! May be for fate it was a meeting and for them it was not! ;)
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