d_demandasaurus

Alright, guys after a long tryst with silence. I am back, to bug you with a fresh new story. A story which has only two versions hers and mine (needless to say that there are masala versions too). As usual this is a piece of fiction, any resemblance to any person living or dead, place, thing is purely coincidental. Bhau: (leaving a huge cloud of smoke) So, how serious are you? Me: (waiting for him to pass it to me) very much… No fooling around… Bhau: (looking at me with resentment) what if you mess up? (dramatic pause) Again? Me: (me with the ‘what-the-f’ expression) Trust me dude … she is different! Bhau: Bara baghu (- a Marathi way of saying ok let’s wait and watch) Me: Listen, the idea is to take her to the Bhushi dam spot, around 12ish with the moon high above in the sky (check paper for moon rise timings- Check), with some cake, roses and candles (Cakes and Bakes, Ferns and Petals for candles too- Check) and then I ask her out! What do you say? Bhau: Bara, I’ll see you sometime. M...