My LOLy girl.
The hugs to her and the birthday wishes.
The birthday girl on the phone.
The pain in the back and the heating pad.
Peek-a-boo at the giphts.
The red wine.
Fuck, the fucking red wine.
(Amrit, aage bolega?)
The game that I came up with.
How the gaym came back to me. 😛
The seven on one aka Alto Zindabaad
Zara’s and the cake and the mocktail and the beer and the squid and the prawn and the aloo and the Vodka shot.
Haath hata saaley, she isn’t your girl friend.
The wheel that flew.
A message from the one, who had left long ago.
The peeing on the footpath
The wheel that was put again.
The tea, the night-out and the silent tears.
The ‘kya hua?‘ in the middle of the night.
The shoulders that let me cry.
The early morning Sierra ride.
‘This was one of the best birthdays I have ever had’, she had said while wiping my tears. I am so glad I was a part of it.
PS: The comment section is open 😛
22 replies on “My LOLy girl”
She’s pretty. 🙂
Who’s this girl ? I mean.. is this face imaginary or real ? It’s beautiful !
Can I have her e-mail id or phone no. or anything, so that I can talk to her. I’m in love with it/her (i/r). F1
Oops. She is taken. 🙂 Anyway, she is the one who says she is honoured. Go, try your luck. 😛 Thanks for the comment nevertheless.
Thank you so much for the wonderful time. Hugs.
yes.. taken.. back off!!!! 😀
He he. Lucky you. 🙂
She looks like a girl who can kick some ass!
what do you mean by that ?
All I bothered about was the good booze and I got a LION’s share. 🙂
Mu hu hu ha ha ha ha ha.. 😛
probably some rats too? 😛 (hope Chuha is listening)
WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT ?
Prachi ne dil khush kar diya oye!
Can anybody give prachi’s contact no. ?
Hi prachi, this is chuha here 🙂
How you doin ?
ah!….all these on a potrait…i shud make public appearences wen i m deprived of compliments 😛 (hopes no one’s listening)
Prachi deprived of compliments? I don’t think that’s every happening. 🙂
I want those days back…. miss you loadssssssssssss loadsssssssssssssss 🙁
Jo beet gayi so baat gayi
Ambar ke taron ko dekho
kitne uske taare toote
kab ambar shor machaata hai?
shor mat macha – jab milenge to phir se teraa budday celebrate karenge!
hugs and love and all those thing! muaah!