And how could I spend 7 days being thankful and say nothing about the person who owns the stubbiest, ugliest extremities I’ve ever had the misfortune of laying my eyes on? Other than that I seek them in my sleep and pull them over myself. That I reach for them in crowds and lace my fingers through them, gaining confidence. That through many a surgery they’ve been my comfort and my solace, rubbing my cold feet until I calm down. Yeah okay, OA. Of all the things in my life and for everything that might have crossed my path and changed my life, I am today, most thankful for that little Paiste badge. Come to my boozalum, darling!!
And the OA I am sure, wouldn’t mind sharing the spotlight with Mohit Chauhan. Mohit my love, if it weren’t for my brats, I’d leave the world behind and be the groupie at your door. Whaddya mean you don’t care? I’ll have you know I wasn’t too bad before I had them.