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buri nazar waale…

Posted on | November 8, 2008 | 1 Comment

so one goes to dadu’s today to get a coffee and smoke, and after all the hectic activity of the summers week, one is bit more peaceful, and able to observe things. and so, what does one see? a new addition; an accessory probably installed during the diwali days.

front view

front view

and so we can now be assured that no one will be lightly dekhoing dadu’s with a ‘buri nazar’ without getting their faces blackened…such fun it would be…to catch hold of the ‘buri-nazar-waala’ (why not waali?) and take a can of black paint and brush and learn art on their face…yaayy…bring on the buri-nazar-waalas…we are off to buy our can of black paint!!!

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One Response to “buri nazar waale…”

  1. c
    November 8th, 2008 @ 2:38 pm

    beautiful pic (the 2 one)

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