I missed my party date with Linda last night because of telecon and meetings. I ended up at my meeting till 10.45pm, and found out that Wahid and the gang was at Saltz. So I showed up to get my late food.
By this point, everyone was done, and they looked a bit out of it from all that food. Wahid insists that he's not on drugs, neither is his son.
Faiyaz is usually called the human dustbin, and he was proudly telling me that he had 24 slices of pizza in one sitting the other day.
And finally Robi, the restless nephew, with a pink backpack. Someday this kid will need a therapist, me thinks.
