Ishq Wala Love?? - Page 3

We recently had a shocking realization. Our darling Subha who is fond of tulips is already completing another revolution around our mammoth, gaseous, burning sun. So we solicit your benign presence

At: Roopnagar, Premgali, Kholi number 420

Exxxcussseme pleasssh

The event is organized by HP Limited Event Management Company

And there stand the owners of HP Limited Event Management Company. Dressed in grey, black and blue shirt-tie-coat-boot looking no less than a businessman in tuxedo stood the greatest sesquipedalian of the century Praful Parekh and then to the immediate left stood a not-really young Hansa Parekh wearing big and sparkly accoutrements glancing at the conviviality of the stardom they wanted to face and before you ask why limited well that's because the owners are a limited edition.

"Aapka swagat hain!' said the dynamic duo joining hands right from the elbow to the fingertips to welcome their first set of customers, while there stood a girl in middle who wore a golden brown shimmery dress having an arabesque design making her pop out of the crowd, the body hugging dress made her look a total callipygian, she was feeling paranoid now! From morning her family had started a series of surprises and now the cherry of the pie was supposed to be this birthday party which she surely knew would be very different!

"Humne joh decide kiya tha wohi kiya hai na aapne? someone asked.

"Ae Praful, decide matlab? Hansa chipped in

"Decide Hansa... Praful said looking at his better half who shrugged her hands not grasping the meaning of the inglis shabd

"Woh purani samay pe jo cassette hua karti thi, uspe thi na A-side, B-side waise D-side. Decide! said Praful fixing his parachute-Jasmine oiled hair while Hansa clapped her hands in glee grasping the meeting while the family members rolled their eyes.

This is just legendary, Subha thought.

On the door of the hall where the grand birthday party was scheduled Subha bumped into a woman with a stick in her hand.

"Yeh kaun hai-"

"Are beta apke gharwalo ne hi kaha tha this unko decoration elastic chahiye! Hansa said

"Toh? Our birthday girl asked

"Toh yeh hai Ila- stick leke, Ila aur stick, Elastic!

She wasn't particularly happy about the social norms that dictate we celebrate ageing. Never in her dizziest daydreams had she thought that brain cell death will come so soon to her. These people, she thought, were accelerating the process. There was far too much stupidity in the air on her birthday, in her ears, in front of her eyes. Circus-y Mrs and Mr Parekh were only amusing until D-side she hadn't signed up for Praful's explanations of elastic, tulip (two-lip) and appetite (Appy her old clothes tight appetite).

But then a ray of hope emerged. Mayank and Nupur, both dressed in royal blue entered the premise.

Man, she'd always liked them.

Happy birthday, Subha,' Nupur (a tad too) brightly said and squeezed her into a hug.

Mayank, still dapper but older, smiled warmly at her.

Subha got a chance to distance herself from the Parekhs, she was delighted to know that Mayank and Nupur's twins are now in kindergarten. Moving ahead to greet other guests, she had almost begun to enjoy the festivities when the following tragedy took place.

"Sadu log sadu hi rehte hain, tumhe happy birthday bolne mein mirchi lagti kya? Nupur was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Tumne puri party ke taraf se bol dia tha, Nupur, chill. Ab puri party ke barabaar wine toh mat pio. Mayank was audible too, guess his wife's pitch was contagious.

One thing led to another, Nupur compared Mayank to an orangutan. Mayank marveled at the fact that his wife knew that such a word and animal existed.

And there was more Parekh induced banter.

Then some more, and Mayank Sharma ended up falling butt-first into Subha's three-tier galaxy themed birthday cake.

Precisely in that moment, Subha realized that no such things are birthdays exist. They never have, next year on the 26^th of January; she will watch the Republic Day parade on DD National. And that will be all, thank you very much.

Originally posted by: -Strikhedonia-

Birthday wish: *Edited with colour code*


Subha, we wish you all happiness, good health and prosperity. We wish for you to be drenched with love. Let the Almighty shower you with his blessings and be by you. Face every hurdle with a smile on your face and confidence on yourself. You are an amazing person Subha, and we wish for your life to be as amazing you are. Have a successful year ahead.

Happy Birthday Subha!

Here is a small token from us for helping us around whenever needed and for your contribution towards CC:

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We recently had a shocking realization. Our darling Subha who is fond of tulips is already completing another revolution around our mammoth, gaseous, burning sun. So we solicit your benign presence

At: Roopnagar, Premgali, Kholi number 420

Exxxcussseme pleasssh

The event is organized by HP Limited Event Management Company

And there stand the owners of HP Limited Event Management Company. Dressed in grey, black and blue shirt-tie-coat-boot looking no less than a businessman in tuxedo stood the greatest sesquipedalian of the century Praful Parekh and then to the immediate left stood a not-really young Hansa Parekh wearing big and sparkly accoutrements glancing at the conviviality of the stardom they wanted to face and before you ask why limited well that's because the owners are a limited edition.

"Aapka swagat hain!' said the dynamic duo joining hands right from the elbow to the fingertips to welcome their first set of customers, while there stood a girl in middle who wore a golden brown shimmery dress having an arabesque design making her pop out of the crowd, the body hugging dress made her look a total callipygian, she was feeling paranoid now! From morning her family had started a series of surprises and now the cherry of the pie was supposed to be this birthday party which she surely knew would be very different!

"Humne joh decide kiya tha wohi kiya hai na aapne? someone asked.

"Ae Praful, decide matlab? Hansa chipped in

"Decide Hansa... Praful said looking at his better half who shrugged her hands not grasping the meaning of the inglis shabd

"Woh purani samay pe jo cassette hua karti thi, uspe thi na A-side, B-side waise D-side. Decide! said Praful fixing his parachute-Jasmine oiled hair while Hansa clapped her hands in glee grasping the meeting while the family members rolled their eyes.

This is just legendary, Subha thought.

On the door of the hall where the grand birthday party was scheduled Subha bumped into a woman with a stick in her hand.

"Yeh kaun hai-"

"Are beta apke gharwalo ne hi kaha tha this unko decoration elastic chahiye! Hansa said

"Toh? Our birthday girl asked

"Toh yeh hai Ila- stick leke, Ila aur stick, Elastic!

She wasn't particularly happy about the social norms that dictate we celebrate ageing. Never in her dizziest daydreams had she thought that brain cell death will come so soon to her. These people, she thought, were accelerating the process. There was far too much stupidity in the air on her birthday, in her ears, in front of her eyes. Circus-y Mrs and Mr Parekh were only amusing until D-side she hadn't signed up for Praful's explanations of elastic, tulip (two-lip) and appetite (Appy her old clothes tight appetite).

But then a ray of hope emerged. Mayank and Nupur, both dressed in royal blue entered the premise.

Man, she'd always liked them.

Happy birthday, Subha,' Nupur (a tad too) brightly said and squeezed her into a hug.

Mayank, still dapper but older, smiled warmly at her.

Subha got a chance to distance herself from the Parekhs, she was delighted to know that Mayank and Nupur's twins are now in kindergarten. Moving ahead to greet other guests, she had almost begun to enjoy the festivities when the following tragedy took place.

"Sadu log sadu hi rehte hain, tumhe happy birthday bolne mein mirchi lagti kya? Nupur was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Tumne puri party ke taraf se bol dia tha, Nupur, chill. Ab puri party ke barabaar wine toh mat pio. Mayank was audible too, guess his wife's pitch was contagious.

One thing led to another, Nupur compared Mayank to an orangutan. Mayank marveled at the fact that his wife knew that such a word and animal existed.

And there was more Parekh induced banter.

Then some more, and Mayank Sharma ended up falling butt-first into Subha's three-tier galaxy themed birthday cake.

Precisely in that moment, Subha realized that no such things are birthdays exist. They never have, next year on the 26^th of January; she will watch the Republic Day parade on DD National. And that will be all, thank you very much.