I love stories. Specially narrating stories. Exaggerating them and narrating. I have stories associated with just about anything. Bird shit, car, lock, missing flights, chasing buses, maid servant, broken pyjama strings, coffee, blog...Give me anything and I will tell you a story that happened to me with that subject. The BadCow story has nothing to do with being bad or cows or cows that are bad. It is just my tryst and obsession with bad words. If only my dad had an iota of idea about the extent of my 'galeez maatalu' vocab, he would jump from his 5th floor apartment. Going by the number of bad words I know and use, the way I drive and cuss at drivers ( and yeah my love for night life too ), my mum feels I should have been born as a boy and If I were born a boy and got married, my wife would've committed suicide within the first 2 months of the marriage. See..exaggeration you see. It runs in the family. BadCow ...reminds you of any bad words? For non-native Telugu...
6:30PM, a chilly breeze making them shiver from head to toe, three girls, M, A, S set out on a mission to buy rice from the Indian Grocers, which closes at 7PM and is a good 8 mile drive from home..the girls embarked their 'adventure ride' with lots of excitement and proudly flaunting someone else's Infinity G35 Coupe," intensity captured in seductive form "..excitement as this is going to be their first ever 'only girl' drive after coming to the US.. They make it to the Indian Grocers in time but are disappointed to find it closed. ..more disappointment because V has already started preparing the shrimp curry she has been boasting about since morning and now there is no rice!!!..After racking their brains for a few minutes as to why it is closed they begin their return journey. On the way back home, they realize they need garlic, trash bags and the car needs fuel...A keeps looking to the right and S to the left for a gas station and finally they land in...
she woke up with the first rays of sunshine touching her; ready to meet him, eager to greet him not knowing she would fall a prey to his charm and would be held captivated by his magic... is this love? she asked herself when she saw him his first glance melting her..weakening her resolve not to fall in love the darkness and the tiny hints of light all adding to the spell;he sat across her, like a greek god, with eyes that twinkled wen he spoke.. was it the wine or was it his enchanting eyes.. that held her mesmerized.. that touched her deep in the heart.. they both sat staring at each other, eyes locked and hand in hand.. hating the imminent dawn..praying that the earth stop rotating.. but lord! someone said all beautiful things come to an end and the time had come to bid goodbye.. she dint stop him and let him go.. for he had come to teach her, the gift of love and to show her, how wonderful it is to fall in love...
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