SW Symphony 33 #Venice Diaries :)) - Page 56

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Nammu
Noufi told she is at aunt's place and network is very bad. She will come online tomorrow morning..

ohhh...what all did I miss in the convo??

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Hey namu how was the movie 

beautiful jyo...its now one of my favourites

Any news on nivi??

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Mini Bhallas weekend in DII

It is 10 years to couple marriage.. Three kids 9 yr Kavana, 7 yr Rachana and 5 yr old Rohan..

Ranjan calls Kavana Savvy.. Rachana is xerox of II talkative and impulsive.. Rohan is miniature Dude. He doesn't call II as Amma. He calls her II like his dad and our Dude loves that..😉

Sunday afternoon II drove kids to DII...Dude is playing golf with Mihir...

Kavana n Rachana run to Appa as soon as car stops..

Kavana hugs Appa, "Thatha I got first prize in singing"

Rachana screams to get attention "Thatha, Ranjan Thatha got me new Barbie set..."
Appa is all happy...😊

Rohan walks in with II and sits on sofa..
II shouts..."Rohan Thathaku hi sollu da.."

Rohan...hmm hello Thatha.. II, can you give me Doreman book from bag only 15 pages left..lazy like Dude...

II signals Rohan "Ayyo infront of Thatha call Amma da, Thatha will get angry.."

Appa has to listen n angry 😡"What is this kanna, he still calls you II"

II..."Leave it Appa, he doesn't listen..and his Appa likes it ..Rakshasan, he has spoiled him.."

II can you give me Doreman book please.. Rohan is impatient.

II handover the book and went inside kitchen to meet Amma.. Amma is making Idlis as girls like very much..

Amma check with II about Ranjan and Dude..

Appa is watching Rohan...He is twirling hair locks and reading the book... Gals are fighting over remote...

Appa mutters "Just looks like that rascal, same attitude, doesn't talk, no respect for elders😆"

Mean while Amma comes with idli plates..

Gals run to Amma and repeat the same updates ...
Amma gives idli plates ask them to eat at dining table..

Amma takes Idli plate to Rohan "Raja eat idlis first then read"

Rohan.."Paati I don't like idlis, can you give me turkey sandwich😉" II came running from Kitchen "Ayyo don't shout da, Thatha will listen"

Appa has to listen.. "Ishita he eats non-veg?"

II ... "Hmm, his eating habits are like him ...Appa"

Appa..." See Madhavi I told you, he is just like that Punjabi Rascal.."

Amma...😲"Ayyo don't say loudly he will go and tell his Appa that you called his Appa Rascal, Ishita told he tells everything to his Appa.."

By the time Ranjan calls on II's phone and asks for Rohan...

Ranjan... "Betaji when you are coming home, forgot we have to go for books shopping"

Rohan cuts the call and screams "II Ranjan Thatha is waiting for for me.. Thatha is buying Archie's series for me".
Appa is jealous...Mini Rakshasan likes Ranjan more😊

II... "Wait till 5 da, I have told Ranjan Thatha"

Mini Dude is not ready to wait, takes the phone and dials..

"Dimple can you come and take me home, Ranjan Thatha is waiting for me, II is telling me to wait till 5...😉"

II shouts😔 "Ayyo Rakshasan you and your Appa drive me crazy, we will leave Amma..."

hillarous Putti

Ok cyaa guys

No problem Nammu take your time 

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Ok cyaa guys

I'm going to bed now!

Hope to see u akk tomorrow

Me too Nummu..
Retiring fo the day..
Jyo gn..

@Putti...just read ur "Glimpse of Future" nd its hilarious... 🤣

#Venice Diaries-3
"Like singing a Deekshithar Kriti"


He steered her towards Locanda Cipriani in the island of Torcello in the Venetian lagoon.
The 1934 restaurant a favorite haunt of high end tourists from America, Germany and Russia
The Romanesque church visit a must before lunch can be enjoyed in the picturesque garden during spring

It was early evening, the air was moist and cool, the lantern like lights swing in the breeze,
they walked under the pathway covered in criss cross vines of some sort.
He had reservations

He didnt let go of her hand after helping her get on the deck
He ordered a Bellini first, peach puree (made only with locally sourced fresh peaches ofcourse) and prosecco
And some Venetian classics like Moeche (soft shelled crabs) and baby artichokes grown on the nearby island of San Erasmus tossed around with wild mint


"Will u let go?" she asked tugging her hand

He did... but still looking at her bent head

"U love it here dont u" she began all over again

As if his hand was the lil phonographic needle that played the vinyl records on the turntable (old fashioned record player),
the moment he released the needle/his hand the tunes played

"Lets wait till we get back" he said calmly

She sipped her drink... "Great... get me drunk again" she cursed

He nodded

He served her baby artichokes... she absolutely loved it, she almost ate all of it, he ordered another serving

He devoured his crabs too

"Crabs dont smell as bad as fish" she supplied

He half smiled

"dont order fish" she ordered huskily (If u have plans to get laid)

"This topic I like" he responded huskily

"Fish?" she asked , being particularly dense

"No,(I meant) sex" he said, happy to educate

"U get too much of that...(so go ahead) u must try some fish tonight" she said gleefully

"U didnt fly 9 hours to eat artichokes" he explained

"Ya I flew 9 hours to give u a shave" she smiled, spontaneously, locking eyes with him, letting a half smile slip

"I could start shaving daily" he offered

"slime ball" she cursed

He nodded, as if he was OK being one...

He was happy he was able to distract her, she appeared deeply troubled for a while
He wondered if Mr Iyer was sending her video CDs daily of how she could "sanitize herself from the Punjabi boy"
It didnt take a genius to conclude how much the guy hated him, with every week of living in Paris he was offering the man more ammunition to brain wash his wife
He reached and clutched her hand instinctively


All of their seafood pastas and risottos are fabulous he informed her, as she rolled her eyes at him
He ordered the  cannochie (a type of local crayfish) "the best in Venice" he muttered, with spring onion & extra pickled vegetables
Risotto with mountain Potatoes,Ginger, Rosemary
Home made Ravioli with Vegetables  from Saint Erasmus Island, garlic, extra virgin olive oil & chili pepper

Fresh Tagliatelle Pasta aged Parmesan Cheese

A bunch of things...

His cannochie arrived.. fresh, plump and drizzled with fruity olive oil

"where did u go?" she asked softly

He described the mountain bike (basically a sporty bicycle ride) and described Mont Blanc, Chaminix
He told her about the trekking social forum he was part of

The numbers that actually were able to make it
The train ride, how camping in the wild is, the miles he clocked on some days, the wild flowers the mountain air, the snow
a circular path that winds through ice-capped mountains in France, Switzerland and Italy.
The meadow lands and mountain passes... the sense of accomplishement he felt at doing that
How close to nature and how far away from humanity it was, like how it was the "ideal" for him

"It seems like I dont even know you" she blurted interrupting him

Watching him speak, no He didnt say too many things,  he still spoke little... but there was a change
but his eyes sparkled... his face was flushed... like he just got of the bicycle, his hair plastered to his head, sweat running down his side burns

She imagined him that way briefly... getting that daily tan, pitching that tent, taking it down every morning, carefully packing it away

Like making pasta or cleaning the kitchen

He was no longer the bum
He was quietly efficient... almost unnoticeably


He had stopped speaking at that stunned realization from her

Just watched the expressions change in her gaze

"I dont know u... do I?" she said, quietly digging into her rice

It hit her hard for some reason

It was like a shot of morphine... she got one when she visited in March, it wore off by June
And she just got another one... this time the dose was heavy

"thats not true" he said, it sounded like he was speaking from inside a well

His voice echoed at first and then she returned to earth

"Kya?" she said

"U do know me" he said softly

she didnt say anything...

NO I DONT

I MARRIED A GUY THAT HAS MULTIPLE COLLEGE DEGREES
THAT MAKES GREAT MONEY
THAT LIVES IN CHANAKYAPURI
THAT WAITS AT THE MEHRAULI BOTTLENECK EVERY EVENING
IN THE DUST AND SMOG
THAT READS IN HIS BALCONY
WANDERS HIS FRONT LAWN
GOES TO SAROJINI NAGAR MARKET
EATS PANI POORI AS GIRLS OGLE

I DONT KNOW THIS WANDERLUST, THIS NOMAD
THIS.. WANDERER... UMM.. THAT TALKS ABOUT SNOW CAPPED PEAKS LIKE
ITS A WORK PRESENTATION
WITH NUMBERS AND GRAPHS?
LIKE ITS A SRK MOVIE?
 I CANT EVEN COME UP WITH ACCURATE ANALOGIES?
ARGHHH

NO...NO...ITS LIKE WHAT I FEEL WHEN IAM SINGING A DEEKSHITHAR KRITI?? 😲😲

(Deekshithar is a astoundingly gifted Carnatic composer, Muthuswamy Deekshithar, as he was known, composed mainly Tamil verses,
he lived between 1775-1835)

She felt a lump in her throat ...at that terrifying discovery

gud nite everyone...cant read any posts now...just logged in to say hi...c u tomorrow afternoon...
but now i read puttis imagnn...that was cute yaar...hope dristi and ashu had a nice day...shilpa i m again asking u did u went to ur dentist???
miss u all...even one day away from sosy is making everything difficult...
hi putti namru SR dristi shev shilpa charlie anu jyo ashu vibhu sri hershey nitii preeti kala and nisha and hi to whoever i missed...and bye for a day...how that psycho is surviving????