The brunette with the beauty and grace of Rita Hayworth adds color and life to a show which without her, would frankly be as interesting as watching grass grow. But Apa Zubaida, the quak, clearly seems to think that she is the real star of the show and people tune-in to hear folksy remedies for allergies (take showers with mustard), weight loss (drink louki-ka-juice), etc. Which is, of course, plain nuts.
So it takes a certain temperament to tolerate Apa's incredulous totkas, while maintaining a calm exterior and not bursting out in fits of uncontrollable laughter, everytime Apa tells somebody, with a straight face, to stick a clove of kalonji up their ass for bad breath. Apa reminds me of a radio talk-show guest abroad. He claimed to be a Master Gardner and he would dole-out advice like putting Coca Cola, or bleach into your flower gardens. That might have been sound advice, but it still sounded over-the-top. Just like Apa.
But enough about Apa, this is all about her helper here. I wish I had a name to go with those perfectly round, firm, shapely tits. These splendid orbs, restrained by a hearty bra, but still refusing to submit and are jutting out the sides in a clear rebellion. Her beauty is further enhanced by her poise and regal demeanor on screen. She stands there, unfettered and unfazed by the stream of confused, demented callers who would make a monk snap. That clearly reflects a sound background and firm moorings.
This girl is pretty, well proportioned and polished. She could be in the movies. She should be in movies. A suitable platform to project and properly broadcast her talents and charisma. She is already a star. It's just that enough people don't know it yet. Here is the accompanying video of hers from the same show.
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