This blog is inspired by my frnd's blog. she is compiling chit chat between her 3 yr old daughter and her husband. i thought i too shud write my stories before i forget them. So i welcome myself to this blog dedicated to kuch khatte kuch meethe moments of my life.
M in Kampala at the moment. Most wonderful city i hv been to. weather is perfect and people r fun. highest consumption of alcohol in world in this country. every second shop on the street is a bar. yes, m too enjoying, Nile is my fav.
here is the dramatic story from the first visit in sept. I was going upstairs to check my room in hotel. as i was walking upstairs i saw a feet with red painted toes. slowly my eyes were scanning the person wearing blue jeans, a white beautiful off shoulder top and then my eyes got fixed on the face. for a moment i cudnt decide the person was (wo)man. next morning the same person helped me to get hot milk for my morning coffee, again wearing the same dress but with a nice broad stylish black belt (which my colleague kajal mistook for a belt worn for health reasons). the person was always seen in the lobby next 2 days. third morning the person wasnt seen..........news of a suicide on our floor was soon spreading. next there was police and more rumours about murder, drugs, suicide. the person actually died of heart attack because of the medicine and hormones he was taking for the sex change operation due next month. his life story was very sad but surprisingly at that point it was an exciting story for us. truly speaking he was the first gay i got to observe closely....very stylish i must say.
M in Kampala at the moment. Most wonderful city i hv been to. weather is perfect and people r fun. highest consumption of alcohol in world in this country. every second shop on the street is a bar. yes, m too enjoying, Nile is my fav.
here is the dramatic story from the first visit in sept. I was going upstairs to check my room in hotel. as i was walking upstairs i saw a feet with red painted toes. slowly my eyes were scanning the person wearing blue jeans, a white beautiful off shoulder top and then my eyes got fixed on the face. for a moment i cudnt decide the person was (wo)man. next morning the same person helped me to get hot milk for my morning coffee, again wearing the same dress but with a nice broad stylish black belt (which my colleague kajal mistook for a belt worn for health reasons). the person was always seen in the lobby next 2 days. third morning the person wasnt seen..........news of a suicide on our floor was soon spreading. next there was police and more rumours about murder, drugs, suicide. the person actually died of heart attack because of the medicine and hormones he was taking for the sex change operation due next month. his life story was very sad but surprisingly at that point it was an exciting story for us. truly speaking he was the first gay i got to observe closely....very stylish i must say.
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