Corporate Movers and Packers gave me a really good sales pitch -- discounting the fact that their marketing rep spoke only to my breasts. What can I say, such is the effect of boobs on the men of Haryana. I figured his low price quote had something to do with the hypnotic powers of my anatomy.
Come May 5th, I figured the low pricing was because they were indeed shitty movers and packers, who could neither pack well, nor move efficiently.
One broken dining table and several missing kitchen appliances later, I am now kind of settled in our new apartment, across the street from our old one.
I haven't left the house since Saturday, so I am particularly feeling Daniela Tieni's
art. It's very introspective.
A safer place
Doll (My favourite)