On a Sunday morning, I woke up a little earlier to hear the choir sing.  
 
     
  Dessert at Oberoi. Forget about what you see, what I am trying to convey here is this hotel is the 3rd world best. I was absolutely convinced after my unforgetable stay there. What more can I say, the services were superb, I truly felt like home.  
 
     
  I established my fondness on the true Indian food in India, no where in the world has such a genuine and faithful taste. Come taste it in India if you don't believe me.  
 
     
  I was eagerly to get some fruits for my long weekend journey and my driver undoubtedly drove me to this morning market. Sir, watermelon sir.  
 
     
  Under such an intense heat, an egg could be boiled without the need of fire. Likewise under such an intense brightness, I find it extremely difficult to shoot black skin Indians without underexposing them, anyone knows how?  
 
     
  Not my eyesight getting worst, the animal here was generally skinny in its form. Hey you, where's my food?  
 
 
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