It was on that fateful Sunday when our eyes chanced upon the
hefty bosoms for a moment and the hairy hands around it the
next. And we knew life had fucked us hard.
We at Tantheta don’t like December very much. This month reminds us of our inability to party like pseudo-high ‘bangla’ band rockstars. It reaffirms to us our lame, non-kewl, firg…
