"Look at us delusional people," Raheelah messaged me with this picture of us taken late last year at our usual dining spot where we would always order double size gol gappe -- chickpeas in a hollow, crispy puff ball that you drizzle with tamarind water and spicy chutney. Yum!
She still wants a black Ferrari.
After a good long think as if I have the financial capacity to buy it tomorrow, I told her I'm not getting a Porsche anymore because I have decided I wanna keep it low-key. I'm getting something top of the line Toyota instead... In 24k gold!
I'll be that bitch driving around fukken Doveton like a fukken Sultan's wife! Ha!
"Why Doveton?" she asked. "Let's go cruisin' at Brighton."
"Why Brighton?" I replied. "Let's make Sorrento our playground!"
This is how our conversations go. Our delulus as real as the gol gappes we stuff in our mouths before we finish the meal off with a scoop of kulfi ice cream for dessert.
I miss that bitch. Haven't seen her in a while but we regularly send each other memes, plus the occasional Are you still alive? messages so I guess our friendship is still pretty solid.
Looking forward to our next gol gappe sesh, though.
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