Let me show you how girls are really misunderstood, their dawn till dusk parlor and Zara gossips, discussing how many times they wash their hair, the mundane monthly PMS, the random girl bitching, which shoes match with which dress, colors of new MAC lipstick and lot more in a list that I call: "Ladkio ki Batein"
Toh Ladkio! Aren't you frustrated with this so called "It's a man's world". Even if it is, by their numbers, but we are meant to be the Queens of our life, where we can breathe freely, drive our own car without another stout Aunt, staring us through the windows : "Oh look! Sharmaji's daughter has started driving her car! Let's hit the ceilings with your high heels, take the captions of your pic "Girl's day out" to an entirely next level.
The poor college chaps who have a fixed budget, the monthly Rs 7000, that included our Mess bills, every Wednesday Dominos pizzas, photocopy of notes, and a fully budget trip, a trip to Bir billing. A trip with my 6 butterflies, but no extra "Luxury" products.
The word "luxury "reminds me of the HRTC bus that we hopped from ISBT Chandigarh at 9 pm. The constant shattering sounds of glass windows , the bumpy rugged roads and the constant flickering of bus lights never let any one of us sleep. The temperature was dipping with time. Finally, we were there, in front of the famous ancient temple of Lord Shiva, Baijnath. Luckily it was Shivratri that day. At 4 am in the morning, we made our way through the winding streets of festively lit Baijnath and as we all know how captivating Indian streets get during festivals., we were amazed by the lighted streets, and fragrant air of festivity.