Her petulant behaviour put a smile on my lips. She didn't like the crowded parlour and she didn't like the fact that she got no special treatment. She didn't like the fact that we got delayed or the fact that a piece of jewellery didn't match. Or that there was no gajra or that the bindi design on her forehead looked dated. Or that we got back barely in time, crossing the dancing Baraat barely a few meters down the approach road. Fact remains that she looked every bit the Princess she is fondly known as. All of us felt protective of the little red bundle and a little melancholic as she sobbed while taking tiny litle graceful steps towards the portico after the ceremony.
I hope The Mirror knows that he got lucky.
PS- Twin's trousseau put things in perspective for me; MV need some serious help here!
I hope The Mirror knows that he got lucky.
PS- Twin's trousseau put things in perspective for me; MV need some serious help here!
