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My Imaginary Pen Pal


Ma Chére Amie Félicia,
Bonjour!
I wonder how long it's been since I last wrote to you. Time enough for the salutations to transform from English into French indeed!:)

 How is old Bob keeping? Still nosing the kennel for those dollops of fondue? Ha Ha, I really won't be surprised. 'The Triple Imbecile!' #Mam'zelle Dupont.

Give Scruff my greetings. Where's that collar I gifted him? Gnashed into bits? :( Or does Mickey wear it on her head now? :\ Send me a photo whichever one of the two.  :)

Last week we learnt how to tell the time in French.  Pretty tedious for 11 o'clock, if you please. Pun intended.
Knuckle-knocks not very frequent , thankfully. Neither are the thumb-fiddles. No question as regards the eye-droops- French is incapacitated to give me those!
We're having fun galore learning French!:) 


I miss your hot chocolat terribly. Something like the warm gust of the Niagara trickling into my throat. Yesterday when I was on the edge of my seat watching a film (no, you stand corrected- not because the movie was stupendous, mind you- but because I was stupendously hungry for Potato Crisps and Caramel Popcorn) waiting for an Interval,  Moana spared a special moment to hand me a cup of that hot chocolat through the screen! I'd be delighted if such reasonable dreams could actually come true. :(

(Moana is an encore, by the way! You must book tickets today! )

A new mall has opened in the vicinity. That was 6 months ago. Convenience enhanced. My, the food court's just marvelous ! Mad Over Donuts, SUBWAY, McDonalds, Burger King, Pizza Hut- name your favorite venue and I'll zip you to it when you come! There's a Cinépolis Cinema and an IMAX too! 

Did you catch the Sindhu-Marin match day-before? She aced the game ! Yesterday was a splendid try too! (Tell me you were cheering for her!)
Badminton's my favorite game. Let me know yours for sure! A snippet on French traditional games (like we have seven stones here) would be most  welcome too!

Today I was thinking about a research project on India's recent demonetization strategy. You'd surely have heard about the black-money-wipe-out master-stroke. There are messages circumventing on the public's animosity towards it. Media-hype or not? I intend to find out through a survey conducted among the true common-man. Only an inkling boiling in the head right now! Let's see how far it goes. :) 

You said you were painting a picture for the two of us as souvenir. I too have written some poetry specially for you. The next post is going to be a couplet. Keep it safe. 

Do write back.

Yours affectionately,
-A

Comments

  1. Raji Satyamurthy18 December 2016 at 05:37

    Wonderful imagination.. keep writing.

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  2. Kalyani Karwa5 February 2017 at 00:50

    Great Aparna! Proud of you my proud girl! Keep writing!

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    1. Mickey Ronald13 May 2017 at 11:24

      Thank you for your encouragement, Ma'am, and your wonderful French Classes which did not allow me the blink of an eye!!

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