Someday, I’m going to pen down all of the glory bits of this day and all that we had to go through to make it happen. It was hilarious to say the least. A sudden exam on a Sunday that ruined all our plans, a billboard with my picture on it, my oh-so-famous florescent blue Saree that has scarred Murali’s mind forever (So, when I bought this Saree, I completely missed that it glows in bright daylight, so I don’t blame him) and that evening when we danced to every Bollywood number until our legs fell off.
Gosh, who would’ve thought that a shrewdly debilitating piece of rock, shining like a bright star housed between four prongs could make me go weak at the knees, shiver, sweat and giggle as if I was on drugs? I was balled over by my own reaction to this one, considering I don’t lust for expensive jewelry at all.
Well, three years ago today, I knew what Cinderella felt like in those shoes. Except mine was a ring of course.