He was the son of the police barrack's <em>dhobi </em>, a couple of years older than me and my best buddy. Why? Because he treated me at par with the guys and called me <em>"choto babu</em>" (i.e. "Little Master", if literally translated from Oriya) and not "<em>choto didi</em>", as girls are normally addressed, mind you!
Just a girl who loves animals, Led Zeppelin, books, coffee, tea, chocolate and Rumi. I cry while watching movies, while reading books, while listening to music, while watching the sunset, while eating pizza etc. I am hopelessly devoted to Jimmy Page. If there is one regret in my life, it's not being on that motorcycle with Che Guevara. I actually 'LIVE', not just exist. I also believe that it is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities. So I choose to fight for animals and children. All those who are defenceless and weak. <br> <br> And yes, since I'm the one who has to die when it's time for me to die, let me live my life the way I want. That's what my buddy Hendrix said. Namaste :)
The new cook walked into the living room with my coffee at around 9.30 this morning. Suddenly, I heard a ferocious howl. Bruce Wayne, my little black miniature pug boy, jumped off the sofa and charged at him. It was a hilarious sight because the new cook is a 6ft 2″ swashbuckling fellow from Chennai. The cook ran for his life. And I teared up.
19/05/2015 8:03 AM IST
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