Oo the dear one....

Sat, 20 Mar 2021 17:21:27 +0000

Since 15, The bearded old man always appear in all my most memorable moments. He always have a song or couplets to speak about my happy moments or most precisely he makes it clear that I should not be happy on those moments. I always wondered why. For example after having a few drinks on this perfect evening on a Vijaya Dasami with my hubby, assuming as my recent BF in a perfecly shadowy bar where no women would fancy to trade,he appeared as the Thomas of Peaky Blinders (the recent Netflix series I am watching day and night and in love with) and started telling me most vague way that I can be a free woman. As the wind splashing my face on my ride back to home, while my companion chatting about how important it is to learn marathi with auto driver , the old man in Thomas" s disguise was making me lough, lough like a mad free woman, who is free, who does not have to think about 10 year old at home, 93 year old at Kolkata home, or of tommorow if she can perform perfectly at her job.