Bombay Velvet Page #3

l desire your embrace

ls your love for real?

Or i. thi. an illu.ion?

Oh. sweet enchanter!

Bewitched by your thought,

oh .weet enchanter.

Lead me in this beautiful mistake

Oh. sweet enchanter.

- Introducino Rosie Noronha.

Behind my enchanting smile,

i. a dark .ecret.

Beneath this happy face,

i. an uncomfoable truth.

Oh .weet enchanter!

Let our inflamed passion enoulf us

Let me surrender to your spell,

Oh .weet enchanter.

The fire's burnt out. my love

Smoke i. all what remain. of u.

Your coldness is tormenting me,

l can't bear the sleepless niohts.

My love is for real,

not a miraoe you'd overlook.

Oh .weet enchanter!

Lead me in this beautiful mistake,

Oh. sweet enchanter.

l oave you my all

Let that be the only truth

Oh .weet enchanter!

l am not scared of you.

lf you ever leave me,

l'll hu you so bad..

and you'll do what eunuchs do

on the streets. Beo.

Whd ya love me so much?

You could have loved anyone.

l feel something when l look

into you.

We all feel something looking

into people.

Hmm..

You know when l see those

cabaret oirls..

film stars.. l feel nothino.

l look at you and l burn..

and l wanna grab you,

slam you down on the bed and

An?

Oh .weet enchanter!

Capitalist pig!

- Communist lackey!

CIA aoent!

KGB spy!

Good evening.

How are you?

Alcohol permit?

- No.

lndian citizen. rioht?

You know you will only be seed

alcohol if you are..

accompanied by a foreioner.

You give me a hundred and

l oive you a white.

Back off. back off.

Rosie is DND,

she'll not meet anyone..

She's ootta sino now.

Come on Johnny,

l'm not askino for a kiss.

Ro.ie..

Par.ee man!

lf you wanna get a drink

in this city..

you need an alcohol permit.

It's compulsoy.

But when have we ever

followe rule..

The last Mughal king formally

.ai in 1ft7..

Briti.her. mu.t leave Inia..

and see they still hang around

allowino us our alcohol in 1969.

Out of the way.

We made a deal all those

years aoo..

lf Rosie ever came with me..

l'll never see your face.

So why the hell do you

show up here eveyday?

Fine feathers

on't make fine bir..

Your language still

.mell. of the .treet.

You keep the feathers.

l'm the cock of the walk.

Ne time ya show up,

l'll put a dent point blank.

- Dear Kaizad.

l hope this finds you in good health

and the best Scotch by your side.

The Scotch that was brought in

from the back alley of Bombay Velvet.

ln spite of the spectacular glitter that

enters Bombay Velvet from its orand front..

lt's not enough to blind me from

what really ooes on.

The powerhouses of Bombay seem

really happy in paid company and free liauor..

trading lives of

million. of Mill worker...

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