Location :Sec 40 market,Gurgaon
Time : a Sunday evening already half spent in shopping
The bandwagon of ladies enter the boutique(that means It's my formidable Mother,my bhabhi and me).I have to get a suit stitched.After we are through the design selection formalities ,the “masterji”(as all tailors of the world are better known as)proceed to take the measurements.As he reads out the verdict of the inch tape (commonly known as inchi-tape in households),the words fall on my ears like molten wax.
For all that pizzas I sacrificed,and the delicious smell of cheese,that I have forgotten,this is what I get to hear :(.God must be busy somewhere eating pizza..
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dekha didi,
ReplyDeletemain keh raha tha na ki tu moti ho gayi hai...
arrey khane peene se mote nahin hote..
agar hote to soch main kaisa hota...
so eat pizza... aur pata hai pizaa hut ka naya wala flavour bahut mast bhi hai...
chal isbaar pizza hut hi chalenge..
self realisation is the key to self improvement ;)
ReplyDeletethat proves... dieting is no good. eat pizzas.. have fun.. you're beautiful the way you are ;)
ReplyDeleteGoing by majority ..I should be eating pizzas by now :)
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