It was supposed to be a productive shopping day for the weekend shoot, but honestly, I looked more like a paunchy, frumpy grandma who had one too many biscuits—and was now parading around CP like I was still the star of some long-lost Woodstock music festival!
When I finally met up with my chatty buddies, they couldn't stop laughing. I mean, how could they not? There I was, in full psychedelic glory, unintentionally rocking the look of a stylish bag lady. Forget the shoot, I was the real entertainment of the day!
So, there I was, on a mission, scouting for treasures like Indiana Jones—but, you know, with more focus on quirky home decor than lost ancient relics. My shopping bag was filling up fast when Aarti suddenly suggested lunch at India Coffee House. Now, I wasn’t expecting much, but walking in felt like stepping into a time machine! Packed tighter than a jar of sardines, but with all that old-world charm that made me forget the chaos.
The plates were warm, just like Mom used to serve at home, and the napkins were *actual* damask! I mean, who knew napkins could bring back emotions? And don’t even get me started on the chandeliers—they looked like they had their own Instagram account for vintage glam. The lunch? Simply perfect. Everything tasted like nostalgia with a side of deliciousness.
But then came the photo. You know the one—*that* photo. The lighting? Unforgiving. The angle? Rude. I looked less like a shopping queen and more like a hot mess that got lost in a time warp. So, of course, I had to crop myself out. But here's the kicker—I wanted to show off my psychedelic sneakers! The whole outfit might’ve been a disaster, but the shoes? Pure art. Oh well, can't win 'em all!
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