Gossip, Girl and me.

The thing about having more female friends than male friends is that you end up knowing a lot more about chick-lit and clothes than you should.Yeah; You’ve seen enough chick flicks to give you fodder to make one yourself and know exactly what a girl means when she says that she’s having a bad hair day. You also end up knowing who Carrie Bradshaw is and also know where in Bandra, you would find the cheapest imitation clothes. Bargaining comes easy to you too. Not to mention the ability to wait outside a restaurant for a little over an hour when a party of about ten girls comes late, nonchalantly

That, and the fact that I have a fashion designer, a hair stylist and a fashion journalist as female cousins in the family, and also the fact that my sister is an, in need of a better word, avid “Gossip girl” and “Sex and the city” fan. Plus the fact that she has whiled most of her Bombay life in Bandra, where I have not very bravely been her shopping companion. But that is another story.Not to mention, another cousin too.
Well, this one’s for all of you.
There’s S, There’s T. Engineering whizzes. Co-Harry Potter freaks. Train companions. Friends in Junior college who made those two years worth it 
There’s B, self-proclaimed Drama queen, an agony aunt in need of an agony aunt herself.
There’s A.S, part-time blogger, part time Mtv VJ mimic. That’s when she’s not groaning about my blog and meat, that is 
There’s M, mall-accomplice and gossip girl.
There’s I., who sees the right in being leftist, a Che-loving feminist by heart.
There’s Ri and there’s Re, sugar, spice and tempers that rise.
N, somebody who I love scoring “brownie” points. Pun intended.
There’s S.B, regional buddy, hyperventilator.
K, coolness and craziness personified
A.T, materialistic pig, just like me. A Delhi aunty.
There’s M.A, a winner at being a whiner ;)
There’s S.G and S.B, confidante and crazy butterfly.
And who are they?
Well, that is a secret I can’t tell. You know you love me. (At least, I do)
XOXO
me :)