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Trisha
can never forget her recent trip to Switzerland
where she was to shoot for Aathi. It is not the
place that floored the diva. It is the wine. Some
call it grape juice and Trisha too prefers the
same name. The taste, the flavour and above all,
that tingling sensation—Trisha simply dreams
of having this stuff by barrels. But she can’t
go to Switzerland every time. Can she? She keeps
telling every shooting unit that goes for shooting
at Switzerland to buy her a few bottles of this
stuff. She is yet to get a few bottles. |
