It is DQ’s budday – Apr 30^th.  She’s gonna be 25!  Wow, she’s old!  Quarter-century mark!  That’s got to be special :)

So I got on a flight and landed in Pune. 

Flowers in one hand. 

A tub of choco icecream in the other hand. 

 

And a gift – one of those gorgeous “Hello Kitty” purses all in shiny pink faux-leather that is sure to appeal to her. :))

Knock Knock.

HABBEY BUDDAY TO JUUU

HABBEY BUDDAY TO JUUUU

HABBEY BUDDAY DEAH DQ

HABBEY BUDDAY TO JUUUUUUUUU

DQ opens the door.  Lets out a piercing scream and slams the door in my face.

“You still pissed at me or what?”

“GET LOST.  I HADE JUUU!!”

“Choco icecream is melting babies…”

Door swings open, DQ grabs the icecream and slams the door in my face.

“Err… flowers are wilting…”

Door swings open, DQ grabs the flowers and slams the door in my face.

I pull out her gift and dangle it in front of the peephole in the door.  This has GOT to bring her out of her sulk.

“I got you a gift!”

Door swings open, DQ grabs the “Hello Kitty” shiny pink faux leather purse.  She looks at it in horror.  Uses it to whack me on the head a few times.  Throws it to the floor.  Jumps on it energetically a few time.  Err… That was some sight.  I enjoyed it even more because of the dazed state I was in.  Okay, girls jumping up and down – which guy will not enjoy THAT sight?  Even if he’s a 5 year old dimwit ;)

Door slams shut in my face again.  I bend down to pick up the mutilated purse and decide to keep it.  Some great memory attached to it now :)

So peepuls… HALLLP ME PUHLEEZEEE…

I’m standing outside DQ’s door in Pune – please ask her to let me in – we gotta pardy!!!  Please PLEEEESEEE tell her to stop sulking and open the door…

I promise to lie only half as much – the other half of the time, I’ll simply err.. pretend to tell the truth.  I promise to be a dimwit only half the time, the other half, I’ll simply err.. be a dimmerwit.  I think that’s fair.  Yea?

Won’t you help me?  Koi meree sifarish karega key nahin?  Or do I have to break down her front door? :((