The inner shopaholic diva is stuck in karaoke
*I can shop till I drop and there's nothing wrong with it
It's the money I am earning and sweating for every bit
So let me just buy that pretty lil sweater
And oh! Wait is that a guy with "Just for you" written all over?!*
Zoah shuts her inner diva
OMG!!! Yes! He is so perfect, so suave, so apt.
*so chikna and sona mona, gabru javaan*
Yes yes that too! Keep quiet, you are an embarrassment as it is, let's not get my rishta in jeopardy. If I can get him in, I'll complete him, but right now I have to be in my element.
*Like unstable and not understood?*
Let's cut out the chemistry and you need to stop meeting up with Parm. This is it. He is the one. But!!!!!!!!
*He's not chinese?*
Will you keep shut!!! The thing is I am very pricey in my element. It could get bit like a psychological warfare if I try that approach.
*Yes, you go "I-am-not-a-serial-killer-but-give-me-a-bad-eyeshadow-palette-and-I-can-draw-real-blood" route*
Honestly what's wrong with you?! Nabz has stabilized long ago so whose company are you keeping?
*Her soul*
Explains. Now if you have any bit of soul that I feed, help me come up with a way to get him because I do have a serial killer approach.
*You mean you need to patao him and you are welcome now that you accept that I understand you way better than your make-up does*
I am gonna let that pass...So...helping?
*Look, he seems too firangi, but he looks desi...and you can't go there, you are to shop today. Remember Parm is treating you for all the help you were while she practised her injection thoko skills*
I did not volunteer but well anything for shopping and he isn't.
*He's trying to hide himself*
That's because he knows he is gorgeous and he might end up on someone's plate.
*OK, so he is shy! Shy means you need to gear up and be desi.*
You want me to be desi in all given situations.
*That's coz desi is the only way you can call him chikna and say you meant neat.*
Smooth.
*Either ways, he doesn't know what chikna is.*
OK, so what should I do? He is sitting there in that open cafe and he looks so lost.
*With that kind of menu anyone would look lost. What do these French even think when writing all that?*
Plan. Please.
*Oh! My God. You. Humble. Let me cry-*
Uh Hmm.
*OKkk...go towards him, let your scarf feel the air, just stumble a bit near him and let that scarf touch his face, like DDLJ is in background score and start off with the poo bani parvati' avatar. Have a heart of Komolika but the Sanskar of Alok Nath*
You'll never be a writer though.
*Just behave like a gaon ki gori who takes English classes in the afternoon and teaches Urdu in the evening*
Urdu?
*Zindagi is kinda more famous now a days*
OK. Desi. Gori.
Jhanak
Shiv Shakti
