Roses are red, and love is blue…
Ten years back, walking down MG road with my object of affection, I was suddenly accosted by this six-year old something with a bunch of roses in her tiny hands. What struck me immediately was her resemblance to the now-forgotten child star of the 80’s – baby Guddu. It is at such times you wonder how a little blessing from the heavens can make such a sea-change to where one can be – on the street selling roses or on the silver screen making oodles of money. (more…)