SS46 Just Foochar Fantasy - Page 93

Now i am finding it difficult to decide where to let my mind wander...present or future...now I cant wait to read II getting pregnant in the present...more than that I want to read about the reactions of everyone...god this wait will make mad.

Nisha...I had actually asked for a baarish of updates as a treat/party on your new job...and I really got it...3 updates to read back to back...

Good II is giving it back to Ritu...still when would she have tolerated...happens...now Ritu is on the backfoot...so did the dude hear her saying to Ritu that husband is a French national..., post it's made a come back...hope Ranjan gets well soon.

Pata nahi, kyon i am missing Sam and Vandu's gossiping/interaction. 

And I really cant imagine Nandu terrorizing Maanvi...Shravu I can...just goes to show dont fall for the facade, these silent types are really mischevious/devious. just like dude.

Thanks for the updates Nisha...made my day...its 2:30 am here and I am just so happy after reading Maanvi's poem.

Shru, nice...now u have gone to ear piercing...its usually done within the first year...so we should now imagine a one year old Maanvi...

This going back and forth in time will surely make us mad...

I cried along with my kids when they got their ears pierced...did it when they were 5 months old...was so scared something will go wrong...closed my eyes tightly and held my son also tightly.. It really pains to see them wailing when they are so young and in pain.

Drishti,

I am one of those sidey celebrities who everyone uses like a gadha. MC notes I write, credit kisi aur ko Milta hai, pressers  I arrange, hero koi aur ban jaata hai stories  main likhti hoon, byline kisi aur ki chali Jati hai. I don't know how to use connectios or network to forward myself. I can only others gyaan apne liye than than gopal. I help and do things because I enjoy doing them and it gives me a chance to observe people. In regards to being sarcastic, I am very cynical about things primarily because o the profession I have been in...isliye I would rather enjoy and have fun than dig and overly analyze things because there are so many  layers and layers and layers to what peopl do and how they do them that the fun of the moment or situation is lost. Isliye I try to keep it simple and funny at least here. 

Thanks for writign to me and reading what ever rubbish I churn out, if you smile readin my sily posts then I have done what I wished to do- make you happy - I almost sound Like Radhe  MAa now. 

So so cute the future glimpse wer! Reminded me of when were all at my nanu's house in India one summer. Me, my younger brother, Nivi di, Manit, my other mama's kids, & maasi's kids too. It was a full house w/ us 9 kids. All the parents were out somewhere but they had left us kids w/ nanu & nani.

Nani took the younger kids to a neighbor's house & left us 5 older ones w/ nanu. Nanu luvs to cook but nani never lets him into the kitchen since he always makes a mess. So as soon as nani left, nanu started planning a party for us. It was raining that day I'm pretty sure bcoz we made all different kinds of pakoras. By the time nani came back we had devoured 3 batches of chai & most of the pakoras already & the kitchen was an oily sticky mess!

She was so angry with nanu! But nanu is totally chaalu! He conveniently said "main sab bachon ko market se kulfi & chocolate dilwa kar laata hoon intne mein tum pakore khaalo." There were like 5 pakoras left! 

Nivi di just looked @ nani's expression & realized the bomb was about to go off so she quickly whisked all of us out the door & helped nani clean the entire mess. By the time we got back home they both had made dinner too. I guess nanu had gotten some special dal that night as payback for his little harkat from the afternoon bcoz his face was literally beet red & nani was laughing as she sang "tujhko mirchi lagi to main kya karoon"    

Reading these future updates reminds me of so many childhood memories. Just this morning I was helping my mom clean out the basement & we came across some old photo albums. They wer all pics from before I was born so my mom was telling me about how she used to kidnap Nivi di on the weekends. Di was the first girl to b born in our generation. Before that my maasi & other mama only had boys. My mom just looked for moments to steal Nivi di away & babysit her for a few hours. Talking about all these things today was so hard for her I could tell & there was nothing I could even do to make her feel remotely better. 

Take care dear, we miss her but she is there here always with us through Nisha's wonderful tale.