rice cooker payasam. 55er

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from sole’s story

anjali would make payasam. Last when a prospective chap had come along, her mum had burned the kesari and with it, anjali’s chances of living in North Carolina.

“Water lorry !” shrieked bhagyam.

24 bucketsful of brimming arguments intervened. The payasam boiled itself thick viscous sticky and very brown. It now looked more like palkova

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8 responses »

  1. Nice .. i knew i could not get even close to your writing skills …
    btw, I had continued Sole’s story as well 🙂 This one is much better though

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