Things I’ve learned so far in Mumbai

It’s been a little more than a week since  I began living in Mumbai all by myself (in the campus hostel, thankfully) and it’s been quite the learning experience. Here is a small list of all the things I’ve learned in Mumbai:

  1. Call all the older men Dada, older women Tayi. I’ve been calling them since my second day alone. I’m also going to learn Marathi in the two years that I will be here.
  2. To accept my permanently sweaty body. The first few days were just so annoying. It felt like I woke up taking a bath. But now, I”m just going with the flow. Or, rather, flowing with my sweat.
  3. Bombay is BIG. GINORMOUS. I’m still coming to terms with it.
  4. The sea is just pretty at any time, any day. I’ve always known this but living so close to the sea (like an hour on one direction and half an hour on the other) I’m living it. Sitting and watching the waves crash on the rocks is so mesmerizing that the outside world tends to fade away. Then it’s just you and the sea.

    Picture credits: Mehakk
  5. It’s better to go out in the rain and sit inside on a sunny day. Preferably inside the cyber library (which is air conditioned). But, I feel that the city calls out to its people. I wouldn’t mind the sweating and the travelling that requires to explore this city. And I also wouldn’t mind doing it alone.
  6. The days and humid, bearable and manageable. The nights are humid, too, but they are just unbearable, even with the huge window in our room and even more so when it’s raining. Sometimes I wish I could sleep outside the room, in this little patch of grass outside or at my spot near the Convention Centre.

    A nice little reading nook. 
  7. Four hour long lectures are of little use, many times, because the words just become sounds half-an hour into the lecture and the noise just fades away before it reaches us.

But this is just the beginning. There is so much more out there that I am hoping to learn one day and put them in proper words, if not in proper use.



I’m leaving Bengaluru in less than 3 days and all I’m doing with my free time is watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

I know, I should pack, mentally gear myself up, make sure everything is ready and not worry about anything till the last minute. Which would’ve been my plan but life definitely hates me. Or maybe it’s a sign. I don’t know.

I’m leaving to Mumbai to study for my masters for two years and I’m worried. I’m worried for my lack of feelings. I mean, I do feel sad, and I am doing all that I can to stay calm but maybe that’s not what I’m doing. I think I’m stowing away all my feelings for later use. You know, like ideas to use when I’m stuck. That’s also probably the reason why I haven’t blogged for so long. I think I didn’t want to think.

Rather, I don’t want to think.

I don’t want to think how I will survive in a new place. I don’t want to think if I will be the same push-over girl or will I be different? Will I stand up for myself, feel angry? Will I like the people there or will I just tolerate them for the sake of peace? Will I miss my family or die of homesickness? Will I make friends? Will the “friends” that I make like me? Or will they end up being my friends just for the sake of it? Will I like the subject? Will I like living in Mumbai or will I die in the sweltering heat? Will I like the sea or gag at the thought of it by the end of two years? Will I like living in hostel or will I prefer my own house? Will I realize that this was the best decision I’ve taken or the worst mistake I’ve ever done?

So many questions crowd in my head that it feels like exploding. My head feels like the sky in Bengaluru recently: dark and grey and stormy, but no signs of rain. So, I painted and made bullet journal spreads and watched Brooklyn Nine-Nine. I hope I can write about my move and everything soon. Let’s hope everything goes as it is planned.

Descendants of the Sun

AKA “Cute soldier meets equally cute doctor”, or “This has nothing to do with the Sun”, or “Soldier solves most troubles except his love life”. Okay, again, I say this out of pure love love.

Amazing soundtrack (which I’m actually listening to as I’m typing this), such amazing cast, such brilliant characters, such marvellous slice-of-life of a soldier story line, such chemistry between all the characters (especially the non-romantic characters), such great insights on the world, and quite an eye-opener.

There’s not a lot I can say without spoiling the story. I had heard of this drama from a lot of people and this was on every recommended list I’d seen on any given website. When i asked Akka if she wanted to watch this one, she said, “It looks kinda sad. I want to watch something funny.” So we watched Oh My Venus on the weekends, while I watched this one during the weekdays. And it is 70% opposite to sad. True, there are some sad moments, but they are really sad. Many of the moments are more thrilling and nail-biting than just sad. Many moments are cute and hilarious, which is totally not expected in a drama like this. There are serious moments and some moments where you want to whack all the characters upside the head (like, really? *rolling eyes*). This drama was the perfect mixture of all emotions and feelings, and none of them overpowered the other. It was balanced (even though it leaned slightly towards romance; that’s forgiven) and even though one may not actually completely love this drama like I did, I’m sure there are a lot of times where you will like it. It will at least make you smile, if not cry (especially if you have a stone-cold heart like mine).


Our first main couple is Yoo Si-Jin and Kang Mo-Yeon. Yoo Si Jin is a soldier in the army. Kang Mo-Yeon is a doctor. They have totally opposing characters. While Si-Jin is fun and happy and charming when he wants to be, Mo-Yoen is very pretty and assertive and does things her way. After their chance meeting in her hospital, she is totally charmed by him. I mean, seriously, you would be too. He is just so cute and adorable. After that meeting, they go on a date, which is cut short because of him being called for an emergency. A few days later, Mo-Yeon’s hospital sends along a team of doctors to Urk, for a volunteering. And the head of the Korean army team assisting them? It’s none other than Yoo Si-Jin! (And the best thing is the actors here got married recently in real life!)

Yoo Si-Jin close friend is Seo Dae-Young. He looks like a proper soldier, with a stoic expression, dry and dead-pan humour and his undying love for this army surgeon Yoon Myeong-Ju. Most of this drama, when not involved in a mission, has Dae-Young trying to express his love for her. It’s cute and those two are hot together.

We have another love-hate relationship among a doctor and a nurse, who were on the team that went to Urk. While they were having a stable, uneventful time in Urk, just before they were about to leave, a huge earthquake caused the solar panel manufacturing factory to collapse. The army and the team of doctors had to work hard for days and this is where a majority of the story happens. People change while they are trying to save lives. Some of the best scenes are from these rescue mission episodes. There were very few characters that I disliked. The Chairman of the hospital; the factory’s chief (who caused most of the freaking problems). I LOVED Daniel Spencer, who was a Peacemaker Army Doctor. He was just fabulous because he fixed people and machines. How cool is that? In the end, he was getting married to his partner, Ye-Hwa, who is actually Russian and another bad-ass who knows acupuncture and is a really good nurse. They were getting married in Vancouver and the whole team of doctors and some of the soldiers were invited. That’s when a volcano occurs, and they all sigh and get to work: Myeong-Joon wipes her lipstick off dramatically; the men begin taking off their ties; Mo-Yeon sighs as she looks at her high-heeled shoes and she has to break off the heels (destroying them, actually), once again. It was funny, even in the drastic situation.

You know how you love something so much that you can’t express it? It’s happened a lot of times for me and this is the extent that I can go to. If I say anymore, all that would come out would be gibberish. This was a solid 9.5/10 for me. Watch it!


My Love From Another Star

AKA, “An Alien Helped me unravel my brother’s true face”. Or, “Alien Solves Crime”, or even, “I Fell In Love With An Alien”, which makes perfect sense of the original title.

This was my very first K-drama that I watched with my friend, Salka and I’ll forever be indebted to her for introducing me to this show and this world, in general.

My Love From Another Star is a rom-com, sci-fi story that revolves around an alien and a an actress. But it’s also much more than that. It’s about humanity and how “accepting” we are of people who are not “normal”. It throws a heavy light on the entertainment industry in Korea. (I may have become a little rusty, writing down a review but I’ll try my best to write well. Fighting!)

I watched this show a second time earlier this month with Akka and I had totally forgotten how amazing it is. It is heavy but also has light-hearted moments. Sci-fi merged with romance and a love quadrangle (?) that our main characters couldn’t care to be a part of. Come to think of it, it all starts with a crime so I think we can label this as part crime-fiction too. Its story is really complicated and honestly, you can’t make much sense if you don’t watch it with rapt attention.


Our female MC is Cheon Song-Yi who is a famous actress in South Korea. She’s a die-hard romantic and has never found love, in family or friends or colleagues. She was rivals with another actress, who, on a cruise ship wedding, dies. All suspicions are towards her and she loses all her projects within a day. She’s proud and she won’t admit defeat. I love her. She was initially portrayed as a dumb bimbo but later, it’s been shown that she’s smart in other areas. She’s smart at getting work, taking no shit from other people (her mother, for instance) and working hard, even if they are small roles and have had to work with her childhood-best-friend-turned-rival as a supporting actress. It’s amazing how she falls in love with Do Min Joon. He is her neighbour, professor, manager, bodyguard and then her alien boyfriend who struggles hard to come back to earth. More on the later. He annoys her to the peak and vice-versa. But this turns into a loving, bantery relationship that we all die for.

Do Min Joon is amazing. He’s an alien from a star and he cam on earth for some project or something, 400 years ago. He missed his ride back while helping a girl (who was a 15 year old widow) so he was stuck on earth for the last 400 years, witnessing change like nobody’s business and staying to himself. In the 400 years of his existence, he’s learned a thing or two. He learned the hard way that by showing your true nature to the humans of earth (in his case, super powers like stopping time, or lifting incredible weights, or teleportation) while helping them out of danger, he was considered a monster. After that first instance, he only helped a man just recently, about 30-40 years ago, who easily became his closest and most trusted friend. He was initially super annoyed by Song-Yi but then, he falls in love. And it so happens that he falls in love in the last 3 months of his time left on Earth. That’s what makes this show so beautiful.

My favourite of the whole lot is Hee Kyung. He is such an adorable guy. I just love him so much. He’s the only character that does not get happiness in the end. He loses his childhood friend and life-long love Song-Yi to an alien, finds out that his brother is a criminal and a psychopath and remains as the last child standing in his family. But he was so strong through all this that my heart just reaches out to him. You can’t hate him. You just can’t. He’s a gem of a person and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fall in love with him in the last few episodes.

There’s also Prosecutor Yoo, brother of Song-Yi’s childhood best-friend-turned-rival Yoo Se Mi, who’s just amazing. He handled Song-Yi’s case and Do Min Joon helps him out greatly. That man’s face is perfection.

Honestly, this drama is so good, just watch it. It will keep you on the edge of your seat and when everything falls into place, you’ll know how perfect this drama is.

Tryst with biryani

I should be hiding away. That’s what my instincts are screaming. Instead, here I am, baring my soul out to the world that does not even care.

Anyway, I’m going to say it. Coming out now.





Yes. I am. And I know I’ve said this before but this time, I’ve truly enjoyed the food more than the company and connected with the food on an emotional level that had me almost weeping with relief. Maybe it was PMS (I’m having it real bad since the last few months) but I almost died when my food came home.

Last Sunday, we had ordered Fiery Chicken Wings and some kebab types for evening snack and dinner from Hotel Empire because there was an RCB match, I think. I loved it so much that I wanted it again the next day.

But, family rules. Vegetarian Mondays, Tuesdays and Saturdays. Wednesday i went with Amma to Mysore and it was quite the trip. More on that soon. (I hope!) So I couldn’t eat then because I had no company and I only came back on Saturday. Sunday, I finally, FINALLY got to order food. I was having a really moody day (like for the past few weeks) so Akka let me order food. When she had that food from Empire, she couldn’t handle so much spice so she ended up upsetting her stomach. So, that restaurant was ruled out. There was a safe option, Biryani Mane, and since Akka enjoys biryani more than I do, I ordered it.

And of course our package had to get lost. It took us an extra hour for the food to come because it was replaced. After spending all my phone currency and waiting till 4, our food finally came. It was so heavenly that my mouth waters just at the thought of it.

I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with biryani. I like the Grilled Chicken Biryani at Hotel Empire and the normal Chicken Biryani at Nandhini Deluxe and the Bamboo Biryani at Rustic Stove. Others don’t have the slight taste of masala. They are usually overloaded with masala so much so that it blocks out all other senses. I don’t like that. I’ve never actually liked any homemade biryani because of this reason. But the biryani at Biryani Mane is just heavenly. The rice is perfect, the chicken is perfect and for the first time, I’ve had it with the curd salad (raitha, pachiDi, mosaru bajji, take your pick) under the influence of Akka and I just died with the foodgasm in my mouth. I took three small helpings for myself, surprising Akka. I couldn’t care how much I was eating. I knew I just had to eat.

For some reason, I’d never liked eating biryani with curd so much. I’d always eaten it with the gravy of the accompanied side dish (I always needed one) and what we’d ordered was a dry dish. No gravy. There was extra gravy in the parcel but I just decided to eat with the curd. Best. Decision. Ever.

The previous hour, I was so hungry that I was almost about to commit a murder. I went to the fish shop nearby (a shop where they sell fish dishes and fresh, raw fish; the shop is built in the shape of a fish) and got myself Anjal fish. It has two pieces and he’d deep fried it. It didn’t take me long to finish it. I was so satisfied when I’d finished it. All that was left was to wait for the biryani.

I was afraid that my appetite would be ruined if I had the fish but no such thing happened. I ate more than I normally would because it was just so good.

No pictures, unfortunately because I was too busy eating.


The calming office

Attempting Bryn Donovan’s 100 Prompts to write about yourself, again, because I can’t seem to sit and write a nice blog post about anything because at this point, everything seems worthless. This is prompt number 47, picked at random.

 Describe an experience at a doctor’s office, dentist’s or at the hospital.

Touch wood, I’ve been very lucky health-wise. Apart from this one time when I was barely a year old and suffered with fever so high that I needed to be hospitalized, I was never in the hospital. I don’t worry about my health too much because if you don’t have a terminal illness, I don’t think it’s worth fretting about. Every time anybody in the family has a slight ailment, or a little health issue, like cold, or a rash or something, we went our Homeopath in Ashoka Pillar, in Jayanagar. It was always a delight to go to the doctor here because his house/office was a very calming place to be.

Outside is a small garden and a swing set. There are potted plants all around house, on the widow sills. There is also a small cement pond, in a very curly shape that still fascinates me. Inside the waiting room, it is all red oxide floors that seem to remain cool and neutral no matter what the weather was outside. It could be snowing out there and the inside would still be cozy enough to walk without socks and slippers on.

The waiting room is part of the main office that’s been divided by those floor-to-ceiling plastic walls that are also quite sound-proof. The chairs in the waiting room are wood or cane with ancient pillows that are rock hard but not uncomfortable because you’re never seated for so long. Inside the doctor’s office, it feels like you’ve been transported to the 50’s. There’s a large, dark brown, solid wooden desk that feels so ancient because you can feel its power. You can feel how old and strong and powerful that desk is. It feels stable and reassuring and steady, like the person you trust most with your life. Pair that with a high-backed, equally strong and dark wooden chair, I bet there’s no other dynamic duo.

The walls are bare and pale green. Behind the chair, high up, is a poster, from a calendar, maybe, from 1996, of a bronze Buddha. Like the chair and the desk, it also feels powerful but equally calming. God knows how long I’ve stared at that face. There’s a usual cupboard and a couple of plastic chairs for the patients and a weighing machine. We’ve never met another weighing machine as accurate and trusted as this one. Even if we had previously only checked our weight a few days ago, there’s something reassuring about that weighing machine.

Our doctor himself looks ancient. We’ve been going to him since I was born, and he’s only gotten skinnier and more haggard looking and paler. His stutter has definitely improved. When he asks questions, he never passes judgement. Some doctors are too judgy. When you say you’ve eaten this-and-this, they look at you like, Why? Don’t you know how dangerous that is for your health? You’ll not live long if you keep eating like this. But he never looks like that. He just asks more questions and then he disappears to another room, and gets us medicine. The medicine is usually white and sweet. They don’t taste like medicine and because we say “the quality of his hands are great”, our illnesses don’t come back for a year. When I had severe cough, thanks to allergy and small dust particles about 3 years ago, he gave me medicine that had me up and going in less than a week. My strength came back and I felt like myself again. Or before that, when I was in 6th standard and had sever acne all over my face and back thanks to puberty, his medicine drove it away and I’ve not had it since.

I wonder if he gives medicine for mental health issues. Because I’m sure he’ll help a lot of people with his calming office itself.


Summer has fully set in here in Bengaluru, and with Summer comes along the Hindu New Year, just after my birthday. They are usually a week apart, but this year, it’s right the next day. I’m anxious. New Year, brand new start, right? What do i have to be anxious about?

After years of observation and reflection, I have a theory which does not hold good every year, but when it does, I am scared out of my mind. Every year, around the time of my birthday, something bad happens. It wasn’t a very obvious pattern until I noticed it.

I think it starts with my birth. After I was born, my parents left Mysore to live in Bengaluru. Pappa’s father and step-mother decided to live with us in Mysore. it wouldn’t have been a problem if it was just my grandfather. He was a quiet man and he liked Amma. His wife, on the other hand, is the perfect description of “evil step-mother”. So they fled. And things took a huge hit for my family.

Since then, we’d been working hard to live well. Then, the second biggest thing happened when I was in 9th standard. Around the same time, Pappa lost his job in a really good company run by his friends. There were other things that were happening around us and that was another huge blow. We’re pretty all right now, but since then, I’ve asked Pappa once about why this is happening. I also asked him if this is all because of me.

See, everyone has their own share of (bad) karma to endure in this life. This is ours.” He had said. Which wasn’t very convincing.

I have a lot at stake this year. My family doesn’t, but I do. And I’m waiting. I’m waiting to see if my birth was a mistake. I’m waiting to see if I’m worth all the trouble. I’m waiting to see if my family gets better of I’m not physically near them. I’m waiting to see if this is my hands to make things happen.


New Theme!

For some reason, I decided to check out a blog that I used to follow (way back when I began blogging; I’d unfollowed because it had gotten annoying) and I saw that they had the same theme as mine!

Now, I know it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, and if it was a blog by a stranger, I wouldn’t have minded. But this was a little too much for me to handle. So I decided to change it.

Changing themes always takes me more than 3 hours, from selection till customization until I’m satisfied with it. This time, for some reason, it took me nearly 3 days to figure out what I wanted. I finally chose Affinity, which was actually an announcement theme, but oh well. I suited my blog and I feel liked I’ve matured. Like, even though I’m still a happy, cheery person, my thoughts have matured.

My best friend Prince, very kindly let me use some of his pictures of flowers. I had shortlisted 6 of them, but I love them all so much that I decided I will change them now and then.

Not much else, unfortunately. Not feeling like it. Will come back with some posts soon.

Weekend Coffee Share #20

Yikes. This is the first Weekend Coffee Share of 2018. And the first in two months. Wow. And, it’s not even the weekend. It’s a Monday night here in Bengaluru. God Bless me.

I have so much to say that i don’t know if I can. Anyway. I will start from Monday, the 26th of February.

I was busy packing and thinking what I should and shouldn’t take. Where was I going? I was going to Mumbai! In my head, I still call it Bombay because I feel Bombay more than Mumbai. But that’s just me. I’m a little sentimental about cities like that. But nothing very eventful happened. I straightened my hair. Filled my phone with audiobooks and ebooks fit for travelling. Packed. I was more excited about the next day.

On the 27th of February, I traveled, for the first time, in a flight. I was going with my dad, and we took a cab to the airport, even though there were buses going there all the time. For some reason, Pappa insisted we go early and I hurried with him. Turns out, he wanted to get there early so I could get a window seat! He put on his best charming tone, saying how this is my first plane ride, she was utterly charmed and got me a window seat! I was thrilled. This was going to be epic.

Epic it was. It was only a little less than 2 hours, the whole plane ride, and in the midst of eating plane lunch (no pun intended) and my heart jerking and my stomach feeling hollow a few times during the landing, mostly I was memerized by how beautiful the sky looked. I suppose when one gets used to plane rides, this isn’t anything new but for me, this was just brilliant. I decided that I wanted to paint it, but I know for a fact that I will not come close to it. Ever.

After we landed in Bombay at around 2 in the afternoon, we hailed a taxi straight to our room. Upon reaching the building, I thought, “where in this hellhole is our hotel?” It was a really old and dingy building, with a set of forked stairs, and it seemed that one building alone had 3 hotels! The interiors were really nice though. Later that evening, Pappa took me to the Siddhi Vinayak Temple, where we bought sweets and two small idols of the God, and then we went to the Gateway of India. We sat there till the sun went down and it got late enough to get back to our room.

The Taj Hotel was magnificent. We walked around it, and discovered a street shopping area that I have (hopefully) filed away for the future. There was something just so amazing about that street and the area.

I had my interview on the 28th. I had to report at the University at 8 in the morning, so I was up by 5:45. After a bath, while eating breakfast, I decided to watch TV. Partly to calm my nerves, partly to unearth treasures that came in the form of old forgotten cartoons. And I was not disappointed. I watched half an our of Dexter’s Laboratory in complete bliss.

Then it was time to go.

Both my interviews and the pre-interview tests were, thankfully, scheduled on the same day. The interview timings just stretched on and on. I thought I’d be done by 2 in the afternoon or so, but nope. It dragged on till 5. After I came out, Pappa asked me what we should do next. We decided there was no point in going back to the hotel because then we’d have to go out again for dinner. So we went to the beach, finally.

The Chowpatty beach, which one can see along the Marine Drive is where we went. On one side, where there are food stalls, the stall owners don’t have chairs and tables. Instead, they’ve spread plastic mats on the sand for all of us to sit and eat on the ground. I loved this. Too bad I didn’t take a picture of this.

I was with Pappa and he’s not the best company to eat roadside food with and even I didn’t have much of an appetite so we just walked along the beach, waiting for the sun to set.

All along the marine Drive, there are huge slabs/benches people to either face the sea or the traffic. I preferred both, which was sad because I sat facing the sea and then once in a while, I turned to watch the traffic. My neck hurt. After it got dark, we crossed the road looking for a taxi when we saw an aquarium. We went inside to see if it was open and Pappa asked me, “Do you want to go in?” I shrugged. “Might as well. We’re here anyway, right?”

Tickets were Rs 60 per adult and after the visit to the aquarium, Pappa said “This was worth 60 Rupees,” because it definitely was. More on this later.

We went back to our hotel room, washed up, lay in bed for a little while before going out to dinner. We went to a bar and restaurant where the manager was a Kannadiga! I was thrilled. We ate fish and chicken and it was nice food. We had a bus to catch the next day, so we called it a night and went to sleep.

Our bus was 2 in the afternoon, which wasn’t very clearly mentioned, so we ended up waiting from noon for a bus that was at 2. I had taken an anti-nauseating tablet, so I pretty much slept waiting for the bus. The sleeper bus reminded me of Harry Potter’s Knight Bus. It was a fascinating ride. We reached Bengaluru the next morning.

Saturday was eventful because Amma, Akka and I decided to check out new places to eat that had cropped up in our area. We spent the entire evening hopping from one place to another, buying enough ice cream to stock up the fridge and we were so full that we skipped dinner. Sunday afternoon was my highlight because Akka and I started watching She Was pretty! We’re only four episodes deep, but she loves it so far. I’m glad. I didn’t know what I’d do if she didn’t like my favourite show.

Monday evening, I met Poorvi for a belated birthday party and we spent the entire evening walking around Jayanagar and eating and did a little shopping too. it was fun. I skipped dinner again because I was so full.

I’ve had a great week.

I hope to write more detailed (and well-crafted) posts on Bombay soon! Especially on taxis and the people I met there and how the city was in general. Wish me luck!

How was your week? Anything important that happened in your life while I was away? Do tell!

Marry Me or not?

AKA, “Mis(understanding and communication)“; or “Ruthless-but-kind Woman and Egotistic Man may Get Married. Or Not“; maybe even “The Impatient People!

And no, I say those alternative titles out of pure love.

Watching this was a very different experience because I didn’t watch it alone and it was my first Taiwanese drama. I watched it with Akka and I think that’s why I am able to articulate my thoughts well.

A few days after watching the first episode in solitary bliss, I sat in the living room with my earphones on, while the rest of my family watched TV. A little through second episode, Akka kept glancing at what I was watching and I occasionally explained her the story of what was happening. After half of the second episode, she pulled up small stool next to me and watched it with me. Since that night, we’ve watched one episode per night (because she comes really late at night) and at the early hours of 2 o’clock on Sunday morning, we finished watching it, with her crying silently and me smiling so widely that my cheeks hurt a bit.

The story is about a woman, Cai “Huan Huan” Zhen, who loves love and believes very strongly in it and a man, Hao Meng, who is a divorce lawyer. “Huan Huan” is a rival to Hao Sheng Nan, and things are very much up and down in this whole story. I can’t say anything more because spoilers! But, it was really cute all through, hot at times, drool-worthy when we see Hao Meng, and hands-in-hair frustrated during most of the last few episodes. It has laughs all through and it’s just really fun.

During those frustrating periods where nobody is saying the right thing even when everybody is thinking it, Akka and I would just look at each other and go, “Shall I hit him?” “Shall I hit her?” “I will HIT her!”


THe story was damn hilarious. From the start, Hao Meng and Huan Huan’s rapport and chemistry is on spot. Their hot and sexy scenes are adorable. Huan Huan is such a gorgeous woman and best suited for Hao Meng, who is equally gorgeous. Even though I understood why Huan Huan left him in the end (before coming back and accepting his proposal) I didn’t like it. It was just SO FRUSTRATING. I wanted to shake some sense into her head.

The overall story is really nice. We see layers beneath layers that were being unveiled, which is why they always had a surprise element in their hands. I did, however, feel that they slowed things down by repeating scenes like in any typical Indian mega-serial. That bit was a little annoying.

I loved all the characters, (excluding Hao Meng’s mother) and my most favourite were Huan Huan’s mother and Hao Meng, of course. Huan Huan’s mother is “Master Yu-E” who is like an astrologer, and is one of the main rivals for Hao Men’gs business, because she always brought together divorcing couples. She is funny, and weird and just amazing.

Hao Meng became a lawyer to become the superhero the world wanted: to fight against the evils of the environment. He was initially an Environmental lawyer, and after a heavy loss which left him in huge debt, he gave it up and became a divorce lawyer. For me, I loved his backstory because I could connect with it so well. He is such a dork but such a hot dork.

Hao Meng’s and Huah Huan’s trip to Busan had some of the best, “goals”  scenes ever.

I loved his and his sister, Sheng Nan’s duo. They sneak around like a couple of detectives trying to solve a mystery and those two are just amazing.

It’s a solid 8/10 for me.