I got a call from monica who is my distant relative in london. On phone i
 just asked for formality whether u want to have lunch with me and she said yes. I could visualize that i have 3 hours left for me to prove man ego in cooking in this 3 hours all suspense will be over.
 my condition was like butcher to whom people have asked to do surgery so i went outside to do shopping at tesco (famous shop in london to buy indian masala)

                       The receptionist juliana was very helpful and i explained her that i want
 thick popadum that means roti. Since i donot know what we say dal in english and i could not purchased that. i told juliana that today my relative is coming and she said buy wine and flowers for her to impress.

 i told her i am indian and she donot know what is indian culture and indian values she put a huge question on her face. i just manage to prepare single masala curry for chicken and allo ki sabje and then divided that masala curry in both equally.

                  i asked all my friends to gather in my home as indian girl and boy cant meet alone until they are married (indian boundaries still exist in london) indians were always late as usual even when they are and instead of having gmt time monica followed ist time :-).

                My heart was ticking faster than clock and time have reached when i have to go to station to pick her. i ran for 50 metres just to pick her in station at clapham.

                   i could realize her pain of being indian girl in london as i colud observe fractured plastered smile on her face as no one values indian beauty in london. While walking towards my home i mantained distance of 1 metre from her. By looking at her my friends were just trying to hide behind sofas as they have seen katrina kaif of namstey london.

 She cleaned all utensils and decorated the dining table ( I donot know that indian values and culture still exist there) She arrived in my home and instead of being small in size she managed to
 eat 3 leg pieces of chicken without hajmola.

  Kahani khatam mere bhai its not an indian cinema and i am back in india