chapter 2
Romantic Comedy
Avick - Hello, Asmita?ðAsmita - Tell the guys.ð©Avick - I mean, I was ready to ask questions.ð¤Asmita- Wow. Good. Say it.ðAvick - I was asking, do you have potato poppy in your house?ðAsmita - What kind of question again! Yes it is. Why?ðAvick - And beaulie's dal?ð¤¤Asmita - Is that so? Why?ð§Avick - Do you have any salwar or sari of cockroach color?ð¦Asmita - Cockroach color? What is that again !!!ð¤Avick - I mean maroon color.ðºAsmia - Yes, there is. But what does all this nonsense mean?ðAvick - No. I mean, I came to know that you are originally from West Bengal. So are potato and biuli pulses. And if he is a supporter of Mohun Bagan Club, then Maroon Saree So I wanted to know what else !!ð¤Asmita - Oops! What all the questions !! You are Bengalis. Is there anything at home but dried fish?ð¥´Avick - Yes. We are Bengalis. I think we are refugees. Barbed wire stains on the back. And dried fish is Hebby's favorite. But my questioning did not end there.- There's more !!ð- I mean, I was wondering if you cook a whole week's worth of potato poppy and beaulie's dal at once?ðAvick - Unbearable! It doesn't make sense to talk to you !!ð¤Â                      ....ðï¸Shreeâ£ï¸Â    ðð TO BE CONTINUEDðð