Breakfast has never been such jazz, especially with Alu-Roti (not even puris, yaa, M disappoint). But in Ruddy-books, apparently it is. And Naashta in the morning, not afternoon. Who knew that? I prefer Brunch.
This KakiCumMasi (thanks, SJ) is smart. Paro is smarter. "My to-be-sasur taught me this alu subzi". Apparently, heads are not just to stick hair on. Use it to mess up hair, too! Like Rudra.
Instant brain-functioning tool: two blows on the head. KCM contribution to the world of Horlicks and Bournvita.
Paro talks back to Sumer. Why/How is she a weak character, given that she hails from an extremely conservative background? No, must have misheard it. Birpur has been giving London a run for its money, of late. So Paro HAS to be a fire-spitting progressive woman. BUT no sexy-kamariya show. What will the kids think?
ALL Ranawat men treat their women badly. Except for maybe Danny boy, because technically, Mohini is the Ranawat man. I almost thought Samrat was really nice, and then ... Chalo jaane do.
Kitchen Chronicles. 4 mouthed box. Char Muhiya Dabba. Dear Gas, you are now christened thus. My darling little FMB which can flit between simmering to sizzling hot in one stroke. Thanks there, Moonchiya!
Moonchiya FINALLY says Parvati. And "Parvati" now sounds like Angelina Jolie.
Enough has been said about the Sugar-Rasiya. But Dilsher's expressions were the closest to mine as I watched. The smiles, the smirks, the smothered laugh. Padh gayi thandak... cheeni, I mean. Ekdum correct.
And, gusse mein he sahi, he just called her "Khoobsurat". All conventions of love inverted, I see. *I hate you, like I love you*.
Next Mission: Picture Perfect, except that the pictures get chucked down the stairs.
And lastly- ASHISH SHARMA, YOU ROCK! I LOVE YOU!:* :)