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EVE' S PARADISE....THE KITTY PARTY



Your cell phone better not be on the silent mode coz there are going to be non stop reminders popping up at regular intervals for the forthcoming kitty , the much awaited mother of eve' s event; not that one needs reminders.
The monthly precision planning that goes into it in terms of time management will give the corporates a run for their money.
Women are done with showcasing their culinary skills at home  and want to make a beeline to whichever venue suggested by the host.
It is a welcoming escape to sanity in case you are tearing your hair in despair with day to day problems getting the better of you.
A lot has been said about kitty parties.... superficial, frivolous; but believe me there's more to it than meets the eye. An occasion where you get to meet women from all age groups, like minded or otherwise, who have something unique to bring to the table.
A date to remember, where right from the attire to attitude is on an all time high.
A lot of girlie fun, unwinding, letting your hair down, to be candid, to lend shoulders to cry on, to watch each other's backs, to discuss various topics ranging from politics, maid dilemmas, a recipe or two, to appreciate & applaud each other, a dash of spice thrown in with some harmless gossip & silly banter.
If you are a foodie then get ready for sheer gastronomic delights, gorging on that extra butter drizzling on your paav bhaji or digging into various spreads at an authentic dhaba or an upscale restaurant; all this amidst incessant conversations, laughter, warmth & cheer. Birthdays  are celebrated with aplomb with cakes & pastries dressed to kill.
Time flies, reality sets in as its time to wrap up, pack up,bid good byes & leave with heavy hearts, certainly not before dates are juggled, adjusted & finally set for the next sublime kitty experience to be lined up thereafter.
The time spent has been a complete detox to go home rejuvenated to the brim with a spring in the step; the extra calories consumed not withstanding, but what the hell; you have already made a mental note to walk that extra mile the next day to start shedding them off.
So if you haven't been a part of a kitty, go grab the next opportunity... you won't regret it.

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