Originally posted by: AnuMP
Dear Vrikodar Bheem
Its not you its me😭. I thought as a foodie myself, you and I could have a gala time together. I was ready to put up with you rechristening me Panchali, though I did not completely buy your explanation of our names being similar. I was even quite tickled by your striding around after me threatening to drink the blood of any one who so much as glanced at me (Panchali) sideways.
What I did not expect was that you would cook up so much and ask me to taste it before you could present it to the original Panchali. I love your laddus, your makhan rotis, your jalebis, your samosas. Any time time I asked you if I was getting fat, you tenderly smiled and said, 'No Dear'. But alas, as my friend Shakira (who I suspect is the KalYugi avatar of ⭐️Shishu) said Hips Dont Lie and not in the way she meant it. And when my hips wouldnt fit through the door of our chambers, you bit your lip and manfully told me, 'Theres more of you to love'. Its time for me to move on
Tearfully yours
Pocahontas