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