I thought donating milk to that poor girl was coup d'etat . Wrong. Shiv much prefers it down the drain.
How else do you explain this callous letter from faceless heartthrob? He says he's never rejected a girl. Damn right, he hasn't. Who'd date a guy named SaraswatiChandra?
He says he can never love a girl. I wonder what he means by that. Do you have any idea? Do you think watching his Dancing with Stars stepmom in Dola Re Dola Re as a laboring extra on the sets of Devdas or the Thakur leering at her thumkas, scarred him for life?
Home, it's a peaceful haven. Look, look, pigeons everywhere. Thanks to Ramu kaka who cleans the pigeon poop off the courtyards every morning. We don't know what we would do without him. Oh, and I cried on the terrace because the mustard oil in Achar bharani's was especially pungent under the hot morning sun of Ratnagiri. Seriously though, I cried because let's admit it, what are the odds I'd ever meet another guy named Saraswatichandra? My bushy brow knight in Shining SUV!
I am debating how to break this news to family. Dad is gathering the picnic party. The picnic baskets have been set, popcorn, samosa chat, aloo parantha, and yes mustard oil mango achar packed for the nice afternoon jaunt to the Samoohik computer center for some Skype picnic. We love family affairs ' did I mention that? I mean my entire family has to have an affair with Saraus, before I get to face the webcam.
Btw, does red look better on skype or is blue better? I think I will just sit there with my bare back to the webcam. If my seductive back, curvy waist and itty bitty non-existent blouse do not do the trick to change the man, he is not a man at all.
I am so glad my hard work paid off. Those 20 mile bike rides to nearest computer center, the lobbying for internet in Ratnagiri and college strikes for better bandwidth were all serendipity meant for this one and only day -Skype with Sarasu
I will tell Mr. Bushy Brows with *gulp* damn sexy muscles in no uncertain terms, you cannot reject me over Skype. Bas. Especially after I busted my butt getting skype to the village and replaced wheat farms with server farms. No sir, you dont.
So while you sit in a Stretch Limo for your morning commute, you're not fooling me. Isn't it obvious? SLB rented the limo for a day because, trust me, no businessman goes in a stretch Limo to work every freaking day.
Here is my challenge to you. You can sweat all you want around the artificial lakes of Dubai and carouse on the 115th floor of Burj Khalifa or Burji Anda, the truth is, a real man must sweat in the back roads of Gujarat to deliver his answer. You may have to pass Godhra Train station or contend with Narendra Modi himself, a man of mythical abilities.
I like my answers delivered in person, not via some faceless courier who didn't even sport proper brows. And when you do, I will command every freaking pigeon on the terrace to shed droppings on your head, if you don't come straight with your answer -
why the hell did you reject me? Didn't you see my sexy back?
Hell hath no fury like woman scorned over skype.
Regards, maybe
CoolMood