She was always well turned out. Clothes from Troy or Wendell. Hair by Toni and Guy. M.A.C make up. Jimmy Choo’s. Victoria’s shh… . Olive for birthday party dinners. Bombay Canteen if it was lunch.
She made page 3 at least once a month. If she didn’t her publicist got hell. The last time page 3 didn’t see her for a month she changed her PR agency. So what if the write up about the party cost more than the party.
If you got it flaunt it. And if you don’t got it , pretend.
She’d air kissed her way through demonetization, the bomb blasts and the riots and the Ambani wedding. But Covid was proving a harder nut to crack.
The PR agencies photographer couldn’t come to Pali Hill from Dombivli. Like it was the moon ?
So she was reduced to selfies. Times Now wanted them in Hi Res.
“Darling we have to keep an eye on the money. The factory is shut and the workers need money for food.”
‘Lakme. You gotta be kidding me ? Let them eat cake.’
Positive ? Ok . Can I have a super deluxe room ?
NO!
Ward!
Ward?
I’d rather die than be in ward.
So she did. She didn't make page 23.
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2 comments:
Reduced to ashes poor thing... did she opt for cremation? There too no choice
Good one
Nice one!
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