I hate it when writers pull stunts like that, making a book sound like something else in its title. I only bought it because the blurb described it as the male ‘Sex And The City’.
A humorous V-day at work with flowers, speed-dating, and candid discussions on Bollywood marriages. Love is in the air, and Cupid’s arrows hit the office.
Indulge in the nostalgia fetish. Cherish enhanced memories over physical experiences. Filtered to fit the mind’s eye, memories are the distilled essence of reality.