Mottu is back with a strawberry crush… and a tiddy bitty on Koena Mitra. Before I can show her the door, she tells me that it’s not about Ms M and her Turkish delight saying Hosçakalin or Elveda. That’s goodbye in Turkish for those who are wondering about these strange sounding words Mots has been muttering.
Sometimes, she takes her little bit of education a little too seriously.Anyway, what Mots wants to tell me is that though her pilot has flown away, our Bengali babe is not short of attention. The other day, she opened the door to a life-size painting of hers sent by a fan friend.
No prizes for guessing that it was a male order... just take a look alongside and you’ll know what I mean. Koena, Mots insists, loves the portrait and so do all her dosts. Taaliyan! Now Mots, can I sip my berry crush with the crushing weight of your chhota mota types. My sarcasm only draws a sunny smile from her, but she’s up and away. Sigh! But then such is life dearies.