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This post is going to be about someone, who has given me my first ever death threat.The whole idea is to stop me from taking her name, over here.So I will call her "The Diva".


The Diva and me were walking down Park Street.Before going furthur,you require to know a few small things about the Diva.She believes in the steadfast stylization of her locks.Powder puffing and eye-lash curling could very well be her mantra for life.She shrieks too much.Too much I mean.Anyway,so we were walking down Park street.Ok,before going furthur,you need to know a very tiny relevant detail.The Diva,on one unfortunate day,in one Godforsaken moment had been told that she resembled a crow.You know, the ones who go all caw-caw as dawn transcends to show us the light of the day.


Dreamy,you cant waver away from the point.This is not the time for hopeless romanticism.


Ohh..please dont mind the voices.They keep popping up from.... I dunno where.


Anyway,so you see,the Diva has something like a crow connection.Not merely because she was told that she resembled one.More so because of the drama that followed.The incessant shreiking, and the thunderous rolling of eyes,I hope you get the drift.Anayway,that was some two months ago.Yesterday,we were walking,from the metro station towards our college.That was quite historic,because there had been times when we had walked from college to the metro station...but not


will you please get on with the story??


Yes,so on the way,a crow ...mind you, a crow dropped something on the Diva.No,it was not crow poop.More on the lines of a piece of raw chicken with streaks of blood.Yes,a crow dropped a piece of chicken on The Diva.Now, a normal person would have..at the max..let out a shreik...with a striken expression and would have moved on...the road..and with life.But The Diva being the Diva...gave a scream ,you know, the one that could make your insides churn,and she chose to holler,cry out loud,wipe her tears,laugh,stamp her feet,throw up her hands in the air...all simultaneously.And also she said the following things in the from of a monologue.
"why does it happen?"
"why does it happen to me?"
"Why did it have to be me?"
"I am vegetarian!!!"
"It could have been you,then it would be tolerable..(!?)"
"I have to take a bath...right now"
"Oh my God,There is chicken blood on my shirt"
"And its hurting...the crow hit me hard."

Therein I sqeaked in..
"Maybe its because you look like a crow,so the crow was hitting on you.Pun intended"


ohh common..you dint say that?

I am glad I lived to tell the tale.Aren't you glad too?Now that this post is about to end.


Its already ended.Go home.

No actually, just this silly little thingie....
,hehe..I look like Katie Holmes..hehe..74%
and Salma Hayek..sigh

*blushes a deep beetroot red*


Gee..you know you dont look like that photo in real life.