….They have asked me “where I got my perm done…. ” and I would say, “Genes :P” (Ya, I’m very bad that way..) They’d ask me the direction to the Saloon.. and I’d send them packing in the direction of my home, because ya that’s where the genes came from 😀 😀
Or for some reason I don’t know which one, more than a few people think I am Bengali by birth.. no Malayalee recognizes me as Mal, when I feel am an embodiment of a Malayalee in looks.. the curls, the forehead, the eyes! Bengalis, however, have stopped me in the middle of the road, and in the mess hall, in theatres.. to talk to me, and I’d tell them, if you need me to understand some more, you may have to switch over to English or Hindi! 😀
You tell you.. why have people stopped you somewhere to ask what..