tacky and cliched as that title is, nothing fits this better. i don't know who the lady is, but her smile is probably the only thing radiant enough to be visible in a room where vinod kambli's jhatang shirt overwhelms all else. exploding sea urchins collide with blobs of red ink trying to mate with minding-their-own-business blue flowers. flowers? ink blobs? sea urchins? somebody please tell kambli that he's on a sticky wicket here. he can probably still wield a mean bat, but that fashion sense of his is hardly going to bowl the maidens over.
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