Of betrayal, dejection, and life…

The saddest betrayal is not the one incurred on us by other people. The saddest betrayal, to me, is one of words; when they refuse to give meaning to the plethora of emotions I am feeling. So, what is it that I am feeling? I’m still at a loss of words. What am I doing here, then? In the world of words when I am out of words? Well, I am going to give it the old college try. I wonder whether there are emotions beyond the spectrum of human comprehension, which make us feel things we can’t understand, or define, or address. That hypothesis of course, makes the assumption that this occurrence is a commonality amongst the entire human race. And if it is, it’s probably getting lost in the multitudes of workaday chores, or what we have optimistically agreed to call ‘life’. We say “That’s life.”, and move on. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against moving on. And even the fact that I thought to write about something so trivial, is going to make me cringe tomorrow. But in this moment, “life” hasn’t caught up with me yet. In this moment, I’m vulnerable, and weak, and losing confidence with every passing minute. And I can’t help but wonder why is it that we must continue to entangle ourselves in drudgery, to escape introspection? Or is that the design of the world? To keep us distracted, never allowing a moment to look within. Is this that I experience, the divide that keeps us from falling into the abyss of hermeticism? Is it my vanity that prompts me to think of it as an abyss, when in reality, it may just be the path to enlightenment? But who has the time to ponder, who has the inclination to wonder. That’s life.

Ye Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai…

Nature has its unique and cruel ways to bring about humility to the human civilization. But, only once in a while, does it incur atrocities so brutal, that they bring the entirety of the system to its knees. The lockdown will go down in history as an event that managed to touch each and every life in the world. I had my own share of uncertainties, but curled up and coddled in the comfort of a home, I could not be obtuse enough to rant or complain about them. Instead, I was introspecting. A recent piece of information had hit me hard. Apparently, in Information Technology Multinational Corporations, there is a protocol called Risk Management, under which, if a country were to undergo a nuclear attack, the organization would find a way to be fully operational within 48 hours of the contingency. And yet, when a virus broke out, the mechanisms of the world came to a standstill, and lives became mere statistics. I began to question the nature of the system, and its misguided priorities, and found some weird solace in the fact that one of the best movies of all time, had come to this realization long before I did.

हर इक जिस्म घायल
हर इक रूह प्यासी
निगाहों में उलझन
दिलों में उदासी

यहाँ इक खिलौना है
इन्सां की हस्ती
ये बस्ती है मुर्दा–परस्तों की बस्ती
यहाँ पर तो जीवन से है मौत सस्ती
ये दुनिया अगर मिल भी जाए तो क्या है

-Sahir Ludhianvi

Pyasa(1957)

I NEVER SHOULD HAVE MET HER!

A bang, a screech, something shatters, and everything goes dark…My eyes open to a different dimension, a world where things move slower. “I could get used to this”, I think to myself. But, I’m still falling, and this is just one of the many levels, and I’m not allowed to stop. My eyes are weighing down on me, and this time, I wake up to a world of jumbled colors, like a Van Gogh painting, wavy and bouncy. I know this isn’t a dream; my dreams have a tendency to not be this pleasant. Could this be the afterlife, then? “God, I hope not.” It’s good, but definitely not enough silence. Sure a lot of chatter to be qualified for The Good Place. What if it’s the Bad Place? Or a limbo between the two? The real question, though, that I don’t bother to ask, is why I prefer it to real life.

A horn shrieks and my dilemma comes to a halt. Things become too clear, too quickly.

“I never should have met her.”

FINGERS CROSSED

“Still no sign of them; any news via the contact number?”

“ No, nothing. Looks like they gave a non-functional one.”

“Oh, dear!”,

whispered the caretakers of Serene Old Age Home in severely hushed tones, as they stood by the man on the billet. Albeit, calling him a man would be a rather exaggeration, a mere skeleton, wrapped with some flesh and skin as he was. The only humane thing about him was the extraordinary shimmer in his eyes, which, ironically, was a rather inhuman feature for a man of his age and predicament.

The day, it was believed by all, would be the last of his life. Senility coupled with immobilization had practically taken away his life; at least, the life we know of and like to hold on to. Apparently, what prompted him to hold on was one little ray of hope…yes, the reason behind his beaming eyes, his final wish that he was waiting to be granted…one last visit from his son.

All his pals and the entire staff gathered around him, trying to give him the ‘Munna Bhai’ therapy. They all acted cheerful and optimistic. Attempting to bring Spring to his Winters, everyone rejoiced and gossiped. His most treasured Kundan Lal Sehgal songs were dug out of the graves and played. But he remained nonchalant, most probably because that was what had been offered to him-detachment, indifference and abhorrence.

But affection knows no logic, does it? He very well knew that the authorities were not able to establish a connection with his lad. But that obstinate ray of conviction never left his eyes. While others were engaged, he decided to delve into nostalgia. A shift of scene from the Home to the moment he had held his boy for the first time in his hands, it was all so clearly etched in his mind..his little red fingers, his lavender-like smell(as he had felt it), and the moment he kissed him…..his vivid imagery allowed him to relish the  moment once again.

Moving on, he remembered how he had convinced him to leave for school and after he had left, had cried to himself. He smiled a little at this instance. As he thought about the moments when his boy had fallen sick and as a lovely father, he had caressed him and had sung soothing lullabies to him, the realization of his present plight made him shed a few tears. Every time he had stood first in class to his graduation, to the day he had gotten a job went by very quickly .

Came the day of his marriage; he remembered the hectic and the grand preparations. By this time, there was a certain tensity on his face, probably because of the awareness of his doomed future. He skipped to the day his son had left him in the Home and how he had no explanation for the gesture. Clearly, he did not have the time for details and he knew it.

It was late night and silence had succumbed the place by now. Everybody knew it was going to happen and half- wished that it did. There was no point for the man to hold on. But what exactly was the man thinking? Was he cursing his son? Well, no. Most certainly not. He had no intentions of “Go[ing] gentle into the night”. He was asking God for more time to  “Rage against the dying of the light”, for one more day to hope he would come.

So many hearts that day wished for a common purpose, despite not even being completely sure about what to ask- to make the man live, or make him die or alas, make his son come back! They just wished for the man to die peacefully. So what did God do? Did he send an Angel to his rescue? Well, of course not. This certainly isn’t a wonderful life.

With the light of possibility in his eyes, and an unfulfilled desire in his heart, the man left the World. There was a void on his face. One of the caretakers tried to balance his hand and noticed that he had his FINGERS CROSSED.

Chandni Ratein, Pyar ki batein

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aahat teri sunti hu… khamosh nazaaro se
bheegi hawa.. sudhi ghata..kehati hai teri kahani
tere liye.. bechain hai.. sholo me lipti jawani

MALCHA MAHAL: A TALE OF MACABRE, MELANCHOLY, AND CATASTROPHE!

Injustice served by the British overlords-followed by a decade-long confrontation by a self-proclaimed descendant- her dramatic suicide, leaving behind two children, who isolated themselves from the ways of the world, along with all the amenities of the civilization – what seems like the beyond-perfect plot for a nerve-wracking thriller flick, is the legend behind Delhi’s ‘Malcha Mahal’. There happen to be two theories about how it came into existence.

WHAT IS MALCHA MAHAL ?

Theory 1:

According to the first theory, it was a hunting house, erected by Feroz Shah Tughlaq, who reigned over the Delhi Sultanate, in 1325. One amongst the three rest houses in Delhi (the other two being Pir Ghalib and Bhuli Bhatiyari ka Mahal), Malcha Mahal is the largest one. This theory stands to opposition since the architectural styles of the three lodges differ from each other.

Theory 2:

It was a community house, put together by the people of Malcha, in 1600 AD, around the Raisina Hills. After the area was acquired by the British India government, under the Land and Acquisition Act, 1894, those who refused to give up their lands were brutally murdered. The rest, exposed to a life of poverty and misery.

History of the current residents of Malcha Mahal

For the last 30 years, Malcha Mahal has been inhabited by the descendants of Nawab Wajid Ali Shah. A celebrated dancer, musician, and playwright, he was impeached from the throne of the then-Oudh (pronounced Aw-adh), by the Britishers, in 1854, charged with a perverse lifestyle. In the ‘70s, a self-proclaimed descendant, Princess Wilayat Mahal, came to Delhi, demanding to be compensated by the injustice served at the hands of the government. To this end, she stayed in the waiting room of the New Delhi Railway Station, along with her two kids, servants, and dogs, for a decade. In 1985, Malcha Mahal was awarded to her by Indira Gandhi.

What might look like a win, actually wasn’t. Home to bats, snakes, and lizards, Malcha Mahal was a bigger mess then, than it is now. There’s no saying what really wore her out, but the Begum committed suicide, by drinking crushed diamonds, leaving behind Princess Sakina, Prince Riaz, and a few German Shepherds, and Dobermans. It is said that the two kids lay beside their dead mother for days in grief. After she was buried, a gang of robbers attempted to dig up her grave, in search of royal treasure. She was then burned, and her ashes put in a crystal vial. The Prince was allowed to carry arms by the Lt. Legislative Leader of Delhi, in 1990, after several further incidences of theft and break-ins.

Geographical conditions of Malcha Mahal

Enclosed by the forests of the Ridge, covered in thickly, deep, wild vegetation, stands Malcha Mahal. It is close to the diplomatic enclave of Delhi, with several embassies in the vicinity. The Dargah of Khwaja Moluddin Chishti, nearby, is said to be home to the djinns. There also stands a satellite ground nearby, and the sign on the outside reads:

ENTRY RESTRICTED.

CAUTIOUS OF HOUND DOGS

PROCLAMATION

INTRUDERS SHALL BE GUNNED DOWN

What are the living conditions inside Malcha Mahal?

The prince and the princess, who must be something in their fifties, live in the palace, without an electricity connection. They do have water connection made available by ISRO, but have completely secluded themselves from the rest of the world, and make no attempts to establish any connection with the outside. Sources had reported witnessing the princess in a dilapidated condition, some claiming that she had not combed her hair since the day the Begum committed suicide. The Prince rides his ragged bicycle in the morning to get meat for his hound, but rarely talks to anyone. Some people in the vicinity have noticed the princess missing for about a year. While the prince says, she is “very much around”, people believe her to be already dead.

The siblings themselves have accepted in an interview, that they are merely waiting for death, and the prince hopes to die before the princess. It is believed that the Begum herself never showed any affection to the kids, and the siblings hardly ever talk to each other. There’s no saying who the ghost is, in this story, except for time and fate. The hard times that fell upon the Royal Family, turned the royal descendants into cynics. As a result, they have forsaken all worldly pursuits, and are living in depravity and isolation.

Haunting of the Southern Ridge: Sanjay Van in Delhi

An overview of the forest

What could be considered one amongst the very few sources of green respite in the utterly defiled city of Delhi, Sanjay Van is believed by many, to be a host to endless spirits. Home to a wide spectrum of exotic bird species by day, and paranormal energies (supposedly, duh!) by night, Sanjay Van makes for most of the Southern-Central Delhi Ridge. It covers an area of 783 acres, and falls in the Vasant Kunj and Mehrauli areas of the city.

What have the visitors experienced at Sanjay Van ?

People who have visited the forests have witnessed strange, inexplicable sounds and noises emanating from the many graves there. Incidences of a specter in white, hanging from a peepal tree(thus, giving birth to the story of a lady who hung herself ), or roaming around, asking for a lift, and then, vanishing into thin air, are not unheard of. Some of the visitors swear to being witness to her stone-cold stare, in the dark of the night. Interestingly, a lady-in-white is not all the forests of the Ridge have to offer. The interiors of it are believed to be haunted by the ghost of Hazrat Sheikh Shahabuddin Ashiqallah. The Pir’s Dargah(shrine) is supposed to be the alleged source of eerie overtones, and the notoriety of the ambience.

The Legend of Qila Rai Pithora

Lal Kot was the first city to be erected, which is now the City of Delhi. It was further constructed by Prithviraj Chauhan, who then named it Qila Rai Pithora. He was later overthrown By Qutubuddin Aibak. It is believed that the ruins of Qila Rai Pithora are haunted by a bloody past. There are dozens of graves in the vicinity, along with mausoleums of Sufi saints, and also, a crematorium. People have often reported hearing crying and clawing sounds emerging from the graves.

The Legend of Hazrat Sheikh Shahabuddin Ashiqallah

Hazrat Sheikh and his Father, Abdal Baba, were amongst the very first Sufi monks to come to Delhi. Legend has it that a feast was fashioned by the Pir, on the unfortunate event of his father’s demise. But, the food fell short. In this event, while all the others had lost composure, the saint covered the food with a cloth, and it kept getting refilled until the need was fulfilled. People of the forest still believe that the Pir walks there, every night, and the stones are believed to be his footprints. Lamps are lit there, to show him the path.

A birdwatcher’s heaven, an adventurer’s retreat, a city’s lungs, or a supernatural zone in the midst of the city ? Sanjay Van remains to be an enigma. Whatever you go seeking, this place shall not disappoint you-lush green wilderness, exotic bird species, the Neela Hauz Lake, and some serious ghost hunting.

 

 

TAAZGI KA DHAMAKA

The term ‘Good Morning’ has always been conceived by most of us as a contradiction, an oxymoron; the obvious implication being, how can a morning be “good” ? Morning slumber is one of those things I, personally, wouldn’t trade for anything else in the entire universe.

But, Alas! “Padhna likhna bhi to hai”; a prerequisite of which is getting up early and trudging towards the eternally tedious paths leading to the ever tiresome ‘college’. To think, “What if sleep had a substitute?”…nahhhh…nothing compares to my morning sleep.

But, for those who share my passion for laziness, I have a remedy. Yes, thank me later. And no, it is not something that helps you to sleep, but something that awakens you, energizes you and rejuvenates your senses. It is, my friends, a song, rather THE SONG, which is, TAAZGI KA DHAMAKA featuring Anushka Manchanda and Allu Arjun.

The tumultuous music coupled with an emphatic soundtrack is simply alluring and bewitching. And to top it all, we have Allu Arjun at his best, grooving to the nonchalant timbre that Anushka Manchanda so very naturally possesses. You can’t help but tap your feet to this song throughout. And even a non-dancer like me can explore the dancer within as one is bound to find oneself grooving to the track before the climax, like I did.

It certainly is my dose of daily morning freshness and energy, and not to forget, my Alarm tone. So what are you waiting for? Just check out this awesome video and give in to the astounding world it creates before you. And don’t forget to make it your alarm tone, too.

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No place like home

I am participating in the #PaintFinder activity in Association withBlogAdda & Bed Bath & More

Girls’ bedrooms are certainly not relegated to frilly beds and all-over pink decors any longer.Today’s girls’ bedrooms are as varied as each girl’s personality: with styles, colours, and motifs in an endless range of possibilities. And with the #Paintfinder tool, one is sure to find a design that has his girl’s name written all over it.

The theme that I have chosen is  ‘Lavender Lavigne’. The reason being as simple as this: the only place where one can expect some respite from all the worldly mayhem is one’s bedroom. And this theme stands for tranquility and eternal peace( something I crave in my personal life). The local artwork and the subtle ambience make the theme just too good for me, and anyone to pass.

Bedroom

Whether hosting a holiday party, or gathering around the table for a weeknight meal, the dining room is where people come together. It’s the spot in the home that encourages one to celebrate their signature style. So, my theme for dining is ‘Rigarious Magenta’. With the lovely outlook, it is just perfect to hold a feast and have exuberant chats over it.

The Drawing room is the most popular place in a house for the entertainment of guests, and where families come together to end their day, and relax after a long week of work, or to enjoy a television program together. That is why, it is imperative that this area is decorated and made into a friendly atmosphere. ‘Passion unison’ is just the theme, with the vehement violet and the passionate orange coming together, making it a treat for the eyes of the beholder.

Drawing Room

Whether it is the shape of the bathtub, the inspirational decorative objects, or the view, this theme presents itself before us, an all-new definition of a lavatory. Loaded with perfection as it is, I can’t help but call it ‘Relaxation Personified’. The cacophonous pink combos with an elegant grey to create a masterpiece as it is.

Washplace

The whiff stories and how to create a happy ending

“Where are you girl? Come and help me with the garnishing.”, mom called out to me, as the much awaited guests were to arrive in about an hour.

“Serving is fine. But what are we gonna do to create an ambience?”, I asked, prompted by my hyper-sensitive olfactory senses.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about it. I guess you should be the one coming up with a solution” , she said.

Though preparations were being made since morning, we had not been able to create just the right kind of atmosphere. Something surely was missing.

“Has the shoe rack been removed from the entrance?” , I asked my brother.

“Yes, ma’am.” , he said,  “And the damp clothes have been taken care of as well. Now, dare you expect any more favors from me.”

Yeah, we all know how brothers are, don’t we ? Now, the kitchen whiffs were to be taken care of. To that end, baking soda was boiled on the adjacent stove and the exhaust fan was switched on. It felt better, but not outstanding. There still was a tang of fried onions and I’m not sure of what, in the air.

“What about the garbage disposal?”, I thought to myself.

I was under the impression that the culprit that had been trying to spoil the event was finally caught. So, I simply dropped a sliced lemon into the garbage can and went out to burn some aromatic candles. They sound perfect, don’t they? “AROMATIC Candles”! Don’t you just seem to like the sound of it? Candles with scent, and without smoke. Well, you might want to know they are pretty much without the aroma as well. The so-called fragrance lasted for hardly 10 minutes and then it was all…whhoofff..

I had given up all hopes. 

“Let the guests enjoy the void in the air and the fact that we are inefficient hosts”, I said and surrendered.

“Let’s just spray some air freshener and be done with it”, said my mother.

“Mom! “, I said, “I just burned aromatic candles here and tried all the Google tips on ‘getting rid of household odors’. How long is an air freshener gonna last anyway?”

“What choice do we have here. Let’s just give it a shot”, said everyone unanimously.

“Whatever.”, I said.

So anyway, we sprayed this awesome fruity aerosol from Ambi pur and welcomed our guests in. I clearly wasn’t hoping for it to last any longer than 5 minutes. But what do I know, because it did! And it practically covered any foul smell that was left after my sincere efforts. The guests were all impressed by the tantalizing aura and all of us heaved a sigh of relief.

My Mother whispered to me as she passed by, “So, are you gonna say it yourself , or…”

I cut her mid-dialogue and said, “I know, I know…Mommy knows best”.

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The Miasma Wars

From the moment I open my eyes in the morning, (well…not exactly morning), till my head hits the pillow, there’s a whole lot of heterogeneous odors waiting to be battled. This may range from the commonest ones such as Daddy’s socks to the more specific types, like that pesticide with an awful smell, that is potent enough to haunt you in your dreams.

And how could I forget the damp smell of clothes waiting to be washed, the pungent smell of eggs and of course, that acrimonious odor that follows my action of killing a cockroach with one of those aerosol sprays. Now although they come with a promise of “pleasant smell”, they never actually do and come on, how much can you expect from them! Even your liquid vaporizers can let out a very nauseating tang.

Now, most of the people are scarcely affected by these diverse “aromas”, but not my mistake that I have a very sensitive olfactory system. And it’s no rocket science that kitchens are the incubators of all these odors. Vegetable peels, rotten eggs, leftovers attracting fungi and what not! So, enough of the types and sources of odors. It’s time we proceeded with the solutions.

The simple solution to all the kitchen odors is this: Set out a small bowl of household vinegar on the counter next to the stove, to absorb smells and of course, install an exhaust fan or a chimney. For burnt utensils, sprinkle salt on the burnt mess to eliminate the smoky odor. The typical refrigerator smells can be eliminated by keeping a bowl of water with lemon squeezed in it and baking soda can take care of your perspired apparels. Too old school, eh? What can I say, they do work.

Fixing it with Baking Soda

When it comes to me, I am not yet satisfied with the mere elimination of redolence from my house. I want a perpetual blossom to linger. To that end, I keep “smoking” incense sticks and myrrh, particularly in my room. Oh yes, they work wonders. I have fallen for those aromas so frantically that I wish oxygen smelled like that, or maybe nitrogen. But, “Haaye Haaye ye Zaalim Zamana”…they say it’s not good to puff up your lungs with the smoke of it (True and logical, of course, but I shouldn’t be expected to understand logic. I am just a little girl, right? RIGHT?)

But, bless these people who came up with something as efficient as a room freshener and praise be to those who have taken the craze of ‘aromaholics’ like me seriously enough to have introduced a whole range of tantalizing aromas. The Cash Cow for Ambi Pur is the feature that unlike it’s competitive brands, it does not only cover the whiff, rather, eliminates it. Tried and tested, it helps you get rid of all the obstinate, tacky smells .

It comes with fragrances as diverse as you wish them to be. From Lavender Vanilla to Dragon Fruit to Hawaiian Flowers, all of the fragrances have been designed to rejuvenate your senses, and take it from a person who lives off aromas, you will find yourself beaming to these scents. Now, be it a Sunday Brunch with cousins, a casual get-together with friends, or a fancy party , you know exactly what you need to intoxicate the atmosphere.

Source: phantomdelight.blogspot.com

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Don’t risk it…

“Change, the shrewd manipulator…you never realize it sweeping through your life, unless one fine day, you delve into nostalgia, contemplating how drastically and yet subtly, an undercurrent of transfigurations and metamorphosis had tiptoed into your toiling existence.”

I scribbled in my journal, and shut it. While still being pretty occupied with speculations and introspections, I chose to just ponder over them. Though the grounds of such a grave reflection were menial, somewhat berserk.

It had been exactly a month since my ‘Brahmacharya’ days had started and the food, that is, the ‘DABBA’, had been driving me insane.  “Some eat to live, while some live to eat”, they say. Well clearly, I had never had a passion for food, and had been more than complacent to fall under the former category.

But my days away from home had utterly transfigured me into a typical Indian Foodie. I would receive my dabba,  hope for a satiating meal, open it with sparkling eyes, begin eating and the glimmer would just… vanish. “How great it would be to have a decent meal once in a while!”

“That’s it.”, I clamored. “I cannot be crazy enough to hanker for fine food in a city like Delhi.” It was obvious now that I would visit a fine eatery and hope to give my taste buds the treat of their lives. From under my closet, I pulled out a few pamphlets of restaurants that those people so yearningly attempt to hand in to the passers-by…yeah, we get the drift, don’t we?

Now came the predicament of nomination…Where to go? Having no clue of the eateries, I decided to go with the eternal ‘Akkad-Bakkad’ rule. So, the place was decided. But, what is a fine cuisine without friends, right? So, I invited my friends over.

  “Your treat??”, they implored

              “Oh, how sweet of you to think! ”, I said, loaded with sarcasm as I was.

And we headed towards our supposedly divine destination. It goes without saying, the eyes were all starry, beaming in anticipation of some delectable tucker. So full of vitality we all were, we didn’t even take a rickshaw (or as we ignorantly call them in this lovely city- ‘battery’). And so we arrived…the classic title board with a stunning LED illumination read ‘Punjabi By Nature’.

At this particular instant, I was ecstatic beyond demarcations. “I am gonna have the kind of food I have been longing for, for so long.” We entered and the ambience allured me in no time: fine seats, nice music and cheerful waiters. We placed the order, and oh, how my taste buds were exhilarated! While my friends gossiped amongst themselves, I waited in desperation.

Finally the moment arrived…the food was served and I took a bite to my awfully dribbling mouth. And it was then, that the anticlimax struck!

In lengths though I have been writing about the joy of anticipation, I fail to express in words the disappointment I experienced at that very moment. My friends gave me the look that they were all set to pull a pillow over my face in my sleep that very night. The food was pathetic( not to mention, unbelievably overpriced), and we returned disheartened to the eternal dabba. Even that tasted better in comparison.

After that, as I went about narrating that incident of disappointment to all my chums, just one of them came up with an advice, one that I regret not having had earlier. She told me how she found the right place to grab a bite in an alien land. And surprisingly enough, she made sense.

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MINIMAL INTERFACE

They cut through the clutter to give you a simple, tactile and efficient interface to get your favorite food home.

DETECTS YOUR LOCATION

The OWL can detect where you are located or you can choose to type in a location, even when you are on the go!

RESTAURANTS

Choose from the best restaurants with varied cuisines and price points in and around various areas of your city.

PAYMENT OPTIONS

You get to pay either via cash, or if that is too much a hassle, via card- both Credit & Debit.

ORDER HISTORY

The app saves all of your orders and addresses, so you don’t have to type it anew each time.

CUSTOMER SUPPORT

Well, now I know…searching for a decent corner to eat isn’t child’s play…certainly not AKKAD-BAKKAD. But it’s something much simpler.

Well, now I could give my tastebuds the treat they had been longing for, anytime and without any hassle. As for you people, however fancy the idea of a food app sounds, just don’t risk it…

Look it up

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