[Apologies for not updating in ages - home got the better of me. Proper blog post to come soon, though. 2:14AM (Zambia time) + jetlag make writing well and/or thoughtfully nearly impossible]
So, I am at an event sponsored by the Indian Army (go figure), on stage, singing "Latoo" (see previous parentheses). In the front row sits the love of my life. After the show, he enters my "dressing room" (which, by the way, looks exactly like my sophomore year dorm room: broken window shade et al), tells me that he was mesmerized by my singing and wants to do some baat-cheet.. After a short while, he gets up and just as I think he's about to leave, he turns to me, smiles and asks for my cell number. And then saves his number in my phone...as Mahi.
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Yes, friends, I just had the most vivid, technicolour dream of the first scene in my love story with MS Dhoni. Either this is: a) a manifestation of an IPL overdose, b) the first symptom of love-induced clinical insanity, c) proof that he and I are meant to be. I'm going with (c). Shaadi ke cards are being printed as we speak. Ask your postman in a week or so.
NB: I apologize to those of you who are sick and tired of hearing me gush about Mahi since 2005. Also, just warning you, it's probably not going to stop any time soon :P
*MP3 = mera pehla pehla pyaar
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3 comments:
Why do you have such dreams? And must MP3 haunt you in your sleep as well?
BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAAAA! :P
@Natasha: LOL! it was a beautiful dream, ok! and my dad says it was because of something i ate :P
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