Parul and I have been doing the rounds of furniture street to clutter up our otherwise empty home.
Everywhere we go, furniture talks to us. Invariably all of them say, "I want you" but most speak in a tongue that we cannot understand.
Most of it we would not be seen dead with. The Arabs have pretensions of royalty and most of the stuff is ornate and gaudy (mere euphemisms). Will try and post some pics as we go along to prove the point.
Have done rounds of IKEA twice. The first time around, a bed sang to both of us. Parul heard Suzanne Vega and I heard Bob Dylan. Needless to say that bed was a must have. A drawer cabinet and a computer table whispered sweet nothings to Parul and she gave me the "Daddy, I want look", that I am such a sucker for.
Still a long way to go. Wonder what songs and languages we will hear.
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2 comments:
god, that sounds half like parul's writing!
lol!! suzanna vega and bob dylan in bed sounds interesting!
Hey, great to think of the two of you having fun in Dubai! Kuntal
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