The Intro....

"you...how dare you do that to me? Silly son of a ...." she rasped on an on..... poor fellow was listening to her for already 5 min. but she didn't stop. But when her scolding came over his mom,his tolerance level took a steep dip. His angry gaze met hers, and she took a breath which came out with a hushed word..."cowwww.."

Over. Its all over. he broke up with her and its not her fault. Fifteenth time she sufferred from a familiar heartache. This time it was really very serious. She loved that guy. but she loved the other guy too. come on, she is only a human being. plus she is a woman. so God has naturally bestowed on her the ability to love all men equally and without any partiality. she is just doing God's work. even Mother Teresa did that. damn all guys....

She sets off on foot to the nearest ice-cream parlour. Of course to eat the ice-cream( never to crush it under her heels, even if she desperately felt like doing that.) no she wasn't huge or bulky... she was pretty.. seriously a 'hot chick', but hot only from outside. tough looking(that kind of tough when you feel that background music of Dhoom2 playing) when she walks. she is a simple girl. so simple that her Van Heusen goggles, Prada bag and Guicci watch never took her on cloud nine. she was like any other girl, taking immense amount of pride, if she successfully buys 3 T-shirts from Sarojini for Rs. 100...feels happy if she eats paani-patashe on the dirtiest stall available(because there they are cheap) and cries if the Hero dies in the typical Indian-masala movie...but today she was extremely sad....

yet she is not the lady of my story...