This is dedicated to my visit back home when dad forced me to meet all the relatives I know and don't cos that's what good children do.
I had lunch at the first, icecream and the next, sharbat at the third and when I was about to puke, the fourth host announced I was to have pulao or he would be offended.
With lots of resilience, I landed home, clean underweared, and Dad informed me my grandfather and his ancestors has copulated enough to give me more filling than a taxidermist could feel elated about.
This is for you, my relatives with too much food.
Four houses- one noon.
All of them served heavy food.
'Nother six to go.
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Pulao khati?? Or Tang?? If you can have Tang, you must eat Pulao!! Logic!
This is V
Dang!! The Monolith took my comment away..say..where's good old v'bhai these days?? Not to be seen lurking around here
Hi Rae
Good to see an occasional post from you. Once a blogger always a blogger. The leopard canot change its spots ( maarried leopards included)
Wish I could invite my adopted sis for a lavish feast. Pity I dont hapen to be in Tonse or known to your dad. Never mind. Eat well and dont worry too much about the corpus or corpulence or whatever.I want o tell Random Tandem that vichchoobhai is alive and kicking ( not the bucket)
vicchhoobhai - you got married????
Yes sis
I posted the invitation to u
Did u not receive it?
It was becos of the marriage that i could not blog for a long time.
U can empathise u know!!
WEE!!! MY BRO'S MARRIED!!!
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