On fishy evenings.

What does one do on a warm Sunday evening?

Give in to buying hilsa. Yes. And end up paying a bomb for it. And then hold each other’s hands saying “It is okay. We will not get this for a long time.

Hilsa fry for dinner it is then. And before anyone asks, no, we are not sharing.

Goodnight then fellow Bongs. And HELLO? Sweet dreams!

 

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