"Hahahaha you will never be able to escape. C'mon Basanti, dance for me. Dance Basanti dance" , Gabar cried hysterically, holding both her hands in his tight grip. " Hahahaha ", Gabar's men laughed in chorus. Kaaliya, Gabar's right hand man laughed the loudest. Kaaliya had eaten lot of salt thanks to his master and hence he had to laugh the loudest to prove his loyalty. Basanti tried to resist, but to no avail. She looks angrily at Gabar. He looked back at her, licking his lips. "Cry as much you want Basanti, but no one is going to come to help you" , Gabar laughed. " GABAAR ....You don't know my Mohan Chetta. He is faster than the wind, stronger than the mountains, more terrorising than Bin Laden himself. He will come and rescue me from your evil clutches you big brute" , Basanti cried. "Mohan Chetta? Who the bloody f**k is that?" "He is my heartthrob, my price charming, the most handsome man in the universe...
Saturday morning...No office for Shanmugham Appuppa, no college for Manu, no online class for Kittunni...Radhamma's Saturday torture was unfolding in the kitchen. From Radhamma's dosa making experience, one's dosa appetite depends on whether the day is a weekend or a weekday. It was Shanmugham Appuppa's 3rd and Manu's 4th dosa running. And no light at the end of the tunnel. As if two big tummies were not enough, Kittunni had decided today that a change in the breakfast venue was in order. This served 2 purposes. The minor one - successfully avoid Manjulla's Saturday special Pongal, The major one, in Kittunni's own words - " Freedom from the two irritating things who call themselves my parents who has nothing better than to do other than making sure I eat my own food with my own hands. No consideration that this child is just 5 years of age whose soft hands can go rough with continuous self usage ". To celebrate his freedom Kittunni had ordered...