You cook amazing and that's a fact. Those unlucky lads who never got a bite off your artifacts of mastery are lost souls seeking redemption. When you cook up a story like this, you might as well live up to it. Or, give it a start before your stomach turns against you after being incessantly patient for the last 4 months of your hostel life. The food-shelf welcome you with a mysterious array of edible stuffs, and you make no connection whatsoever. So, why not just... experiment? After all, its food and you can't go wrong!
So there I was, cooking my own recipe...till the bogus mass gave out a peculiar stench instead of the flavored scent I was expecting. If optimism was the straw to a drowning man, mine just broke. I started having second thoughts. The smell can't be from the "thing" 'm making, while I racked my brains trying to remember the last time I took a proper bath.
Well, this is infinitely insignificant compared to what I saw on TV today. We have the heroine visiting the hero in his apartment. Its an old movie, mind you. So we cant be critical of their actions (or dialogues for that matter).
The hero offers her a drink, which she refuses.
Then he sees her to the door, says:
"I'm glad you didnt stay for long, or you would have seen me in my
Rakshasa form"
He calls himself that wearing PINK shirt and matching elephant pants!!
Well, that was an old movie. But what can be said for an excuse for this brand of undies for kids?
With a striking tagline, "we are the future", it comes with some prominent features. But lemme just focus on the third "prominent" feature.
Friendly cuddly prints take you to fantasy land even while sleeping
NOW.. I AM SCARED.
