Dodiya Dinesh !!

This weekend I had a chance to look in amazing collection of memories Ankitha ( my sis ) had in her bag, which ranged from her first friendship band, a gift wrapper on her SSC pass gift, a currency note from Anitha Kakiji etc, it amused me at her level of sincerity and passion for this memorabilia. Am very bad at this and cant store any thing for loner, and have the history of loosing 5 mobiles, 3 wallets and one heart ( this one number of times ). As soon as I reached Bangalore, I tried to find some thing in a big cartoon (which I am carrying from Hyd to Jaipur, Jaipur to Bangalore) memorable so that I can show it to Yankee( Ankitha ) that this is special to me, but apart from torn vests and briefs, socks, bus tickets and few bills, I was finding nothing, then I thought its not my cup of tea. Disappointed with this, I browsed the bills and found  some thing interesting, a television bill, which had a beautiful memory which I am sharing with you all in this blog. Television...

And there she was standing my angel, my princess, a beauty or a concept of beauty created by GOD to make women feel jealous and make men feel wanting her....   (Before I proceed about this evening, let me narrate Shonimonis thought before this dinner from her side. "Hi Shonimoni" a familiar voice in mobile which shivers me completely was my thought when Dinesh called my name on the call, his call was to invite me for a dinner as he is leaving to Singapore for a project. My breathe was caught after hearing this invitation, and thought if I will have a mercy by eyeing in wardrobe to find if there is any thing suitable for today's dinner ( girls never have a suitable outfit even if their wardrobe is filled with varieties ). I nodded yes to Dinesh and called "  Malathi " immediately to rush for shopping, only a girl can understand girls feelings. I called Malathi and told her that I needed a good outfit, a pair of heels, silver ear rings, a nice hairband a...