Sight for sore eyes, this town. From in between rickshaw hinges, eyes spy countless gabru jawans, beautifully unselfconscious, marching their way to the bazaar, pumping up the volume on their alloy wheels, stammering shyly, doing nothing and looking pretty still. The females also - subhan'allah - impossibly smooth hair, malaai skin, eyes ringed with kohl.
Not one's Type, no. The heart's been trapped by a very different sort of bird. =] But such nayan chayn, such dilkhush for the closet chauvinist, Haay!
Not one's Type, no. The heart's been trapped by a very different sort of bird. =] But such nayan chayn, such dilkhush for the closet chauvinist, Haay!
Have to admit that the NSP quotient is significantly higher here in Delhi than in most other places. Must disagree with the "unselfconscious" part though - they're so full of themselves yaar!
ReplyDeleteHahaha, maybe! Just ran into more of the cute-stuttering variety myself. I think we should make another Dilli trip just to check the local sights out again ;)
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