This can easily be the song for the afternoon, just because a few words are thrown in, in Punjabi. Infectious this one seems and is on continuous rewind for some time. “ketho tu le aayen gi.. ” click to hear.
It was a cold evening. Two guys drove us to see an apartment. These were the days of house hunting. The house was seen, we came back to R’s place. Heating was using burners, perhaps the garden looked big, and the outside was just too cold. R had some real goodies in her microwave. The onion bhajis were the best I have had. And the cumin powder in those onion bhajis was so fresh and soothing. It was generally cold, in November, and I was totally scared of the approaching weather. Must be we had tea with those awesome onion bhajis. Thank you, R for them. Wish had accepted then the prospect of being in the same neighborhood. But, I had to be in N’s neighborhood, and with the Fish and chips just down the lane, with the church besides. That was the most awesome time. All that was so confusing then, was the best part of being with, R and N. R might have the picture, I don’t. R you know who you are with the freshly grounded cumin powder. Now mostly lost in tigers. Can we have a repeat?
and sod(piss off)
Why drama today? Just do what you can, every day.
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