Local language can be relished not just by the locales but also by some who get to hear it serendipitously. One recent conversation with a lady who has massaged my family’s skin to glow- is something which stills tickles me.
This is the era when public display of love has become common not just in affluent cities but also in suburbs and interiors of a state. One such moment in a movie when the notorious Emraan Hashmi was smooching the heroine, this lady happened to be my co- viewer. During the entire event of 2 minutes, she only saw some of it from her sneaky eyes and after the tense moments passed, her only comment in vernacular language was “ E to uska poora honth hi chabaa daar”, which left me in fits of laughter. All this extraversion has been infused in me by the city/ situation I live in. But this lady and her likes are still averse to all of this. Even talking about such intimate topics becomes a taboo. Her expression and her sneaky eyes do not fade from my memories- those aghast with the live show followed by some comments against the westernization of Indian culture. True but it happens...
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