Tag: Easy Evenings
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Easy Evenings II – The Black Dog Chronicles
Easy evenings with Black Dog Whisky. What could they possibly hold? How could they make an evening easier, if at all? Is it because you can drown in its golden hues and not recollect how hard the day has been. Or is it because it promises to be your solace when you are but by…
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Easy Evenings – The Black Dog Chronicles
We love house parties ever since Mumbai’s night life has constructively been destroyed. The gang, consisting of the hubby boy’s childhood friends, simply comes over, we order in (I don’t cook, remember?) and we just have a good time. Black Dog is an integral part of all those celebrations. Well, they have graduated from…
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Twelve Years Ago – The Black Dog Chronicles
I had just begun my third trimester. Things were looking good. Round, but good. So, I kind of took time to go from one place to the other. Think of a waddling duck, now just add the kilos and the mood swings to it. There you go. And so on some days I was all…
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Musical Notes – The Black Dog Chronicles
Daddy advocates a glass of whisky everyday. He says it is like a good lubricant that keeps the heart going. But he warns, the glass must always and I mean always be accompanied by music. Dad loves his music, as much as his drink. If you were ever to visit our home, at any time…
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Breaking the Ice – The Black Dog Chronicles
“You are overdressed,” he said. His nonchalant comment made my heart sink. I was particularly fond of this peacock-blue salwaar kameez. He didn’t notice. His attention was focused on the crystal tumbler he held. The glass cut work definitely belonged to a worthy craft-smith. I was still nursing my wounds; he made his way to…