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Siliguri Silly

Fly-in, attend the big fat Marwari wedding of a friend, sleep in a hotel room, fly-out. It was a simple and short affair with the city.

Community Work. It's a communist state, right!
All eyes.
HMT
Sad untold love story of cabbie from Sikkim

Suburban profanity or Modern man practicing prehistoric art of wall painting.
(Not safe for work and sensitivity)
Clenched fist. Every cliche is true in theory and all encompassing in itself.
Indian traveler's insignia. 

Dhoti,socks aur fleet shoes
Hotel Art.

The names Poopins. Not Poppins.
Santa loves Momos
Dancing on Kalia.

Ironing an idea.

Mata Ji.
That's tough. But first line is enough for LOL.
Don't know what it means. But looks beautiful.

Looked more like a crèche.

Welcome.
His hands smelled of fish, he had just finished lunch, and his razor proved too blunt for my two-week-old beard, my eyes were wet. After  the ceremony was over, my face felt like it had been scrubbed with rough stone, there was numbness. Surprisingly, he handled the cleft quite well, unlike most times, there was no blood and he didn't advise me to get a shave more regularly.
Geese.

Comments

  1. poopins is interesting, u have an eye for details regarding the untold love story pic

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  2. wow. Aapne puraani yaadein taazaa kar dee. I spent around four years of my life in Sikkim ( engineering). Siliguri was the nearest link with the rest of India(railways/airport). From what I experienced during those years, the town came across as very unimpressive.The nearby mountains are quite beautiful,though.

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