Good times don’t last..

Malory Towers, adrak ki chai, rains, and me. That’s how utopic my Sunday evening looked just before I spilt tea all over the floor and spent a good 20 minutes cleaning it. Now the rhythm is gone. Mr Murphy, I love you too – not. Catch you on the other side of making some lajawaab tangdi kebabs.

I am quite the rockstar. I keep telling you that, don’t I? :P

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3 Responses to Good times don’t last..

  1. piyu says:

    Ohh.. Malory towers!!!! I totally adored the series when I was in school..Wouldn't mind reading them now either.. I just love those fancy English descriptions of everything they did in school, it used to sound so ultra-cool compared to my school life :P

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  2. Chinkurli says:

    Sounds perfect…perfectly like it would have gone if I was doing it. I'm a bit of a klutz too. Or are we klutzy types called rockstars these days :D

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  3. Piyu, I know.. Although then we used to pretend we are JUST LIKE THE MALORY TOWER GIRLS :P

    Chinkurli, of course we are! Esp when we dare to make elaborate food like kebabs in spite of being klutzy :P :P

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