Charta hai Mehrauli mein, par ghoda apna Arbi hai!
Now as a kid, this song was fun to sing, but definitely not easy to understand! Arbi had nothing to do with Arabia in my little head, but everything to do with the slimy veggie colocasia, which I’ve never had any fondness for. A horse made of colocasia? What kind of bizarre slippery ride would that be? Grown ups were crazy!
Ink Spill reveals some hilarious misunderstandings from her childhood. I had my share of them which I dare not reveal to avoid being ever taken seriously again.
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