March 18, 2012
After a very long day with the tombs, the jazz and the art, I spent Sunday holed up in my room. Well, actually, I was supposed to go with Amanda, Rosie and Julie (Sue as well?) to the Gandhi Smriti, the house where Mahatma Gandhi stayed until the time he was assassinated. The thing was, when apparently they were knocking at my room, I didn't hear a thing. I blamed my iPod-headset-used-for-Aspi-movie-marathon for that.
So, for the evening, I decided to come with them instead to the American Diner, one of the non-members-can-access food places at the India Habitat Center (Eatopia, the other one, is like a food court, not in an SM kind of way).
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Can you see the turban? The boy's turban is smaller (top knot)
than the man's (all around). Probably due to hair length. |
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It's like the design in Diner Dash. hehe
Clippings and photos are of Bee Gees I think. |