In the spirit of the festive season, I lost a princely sum of Rs 140, in a “friendly” game of Teen Patti (three cards).
It was on the rooftop of a lovely Delhi bungalow, amidst diyas, scented candles, petals and potted plants. We munched on tortilla chips and cheese dip, and washed it down with white wine and rosé.
And so, for the price of seven parking parchees (receipts), I (and a couple more card party virgins) was oriented into the ‘card party’ culture, and became familiar with terms like “chaal”, “blind” and “show”.
Twas’ fun.
written with alot of passion