Dearest Mimi,
I got a message on my mirror yesterday, though I'm not sure from who and why anyone would think of writing with soot. But I can promise it was from someone who is very jealous of me. See, I was admiring my silky smooth locks and conversing with Mirror when this shows up: Kitna khushnaseeb hai woh chuhe jinone kathre tumhari baal! Isn't this from Maine Pyar Kiya? The movie I mean, I've obviously never done such a thing. Well, there is not a single rat out there that would want to get its teeth on my hair! It's so filthy...how can it dare? So I laugh it off--dirty rats cutting my hair, please!
Okay, I had to go and poke some holes into Kishore's face, well, in a photo of my wedding actually, as I had just remembered Leela's husband, mere ullu aur tum sabke Sudarshan Bhao. Uss nikkamma ka kya bolu? Pagal ho jaoongi mein. Out of so many dimwits in this world I got stuck with that. He can 't find one man......keep following one woman.....nothing...but can call me every hour to let me know of his failures. Aaahhh! I should rub some soot or kajal on his face and laugh like a hyena. Sigh.
Anyway, from one useless man to another. I visited my captives today. Aai Sahib as usual went on with her rants...that was fun. Leela and Roops were also amusing. However, when Kishore got up telling my mommy to not insult a nagin by calling me one...it was pure comedy. Oh, Kishore, I'm so glad that your manning up and speaking crap about me in front of anyone other than an idol. Even if the timing still makes your new-found manliness worthless. It was a very motivating visit. Aai Sahib's badhua-wala dialogue especially. Must have a talk with Mirror, or maybe I'll go find some rats and behead them. Or let them loose upon Leela and Roops!
Passionately Sinister,
Kalavati