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Breakfast at this heritage tearoom on a Sunday morning.
Indian equivalent to Breakfast at Tiffany’s!!!
You're so on trend, Kolkata.
Joy Ride
AMRI caught fire and a lot of people died and now the endless paperwork will begin and nothing will really come out of it. Some people will be sent to jail maybe, licenses will be suspended and newspapers will write a lot of news. Till the next sorry disaster. Faith, patience, worn thin. It's too hard to defend to you Kolkata. And matters keep getting worse.
In other news, one of my best friends got married, but it felt like it was a play, because she still walks the same way, talks the same way and has the same boyfriend, only he's her husband now. Did it really happen? I can't tell for sure.
My school turned 60, but I didn't visit, because I never thought it liked me much. But I miss the building sometimes, and I remember distinctly how it smelled and I dream of it often. Happy birthday school - you know which room of yours I liked the best.
Today I had breakfast at Flury's. My egg was too runny and the sausages too thin. I didn't really care much for it. But I was accompanied by a boy with a British accent who was very late, but funny sounding, so I stopped fussing. Then we both got smashed inside the cab and had a lot of cha. It wasn't that bad a day after all. I have not put aside the idea that, we are flirting - but I'm not entirely sure.