Bulletin-II

I got my saree!! Its an orange-and-pale ochre chiffon one, and I think it looks beeyootiful(Of course, that's why I bought it in the first place). But it was fun, the whole shoppin' spree, they always are, but today's was better, with everybody fawning over me as if I was the bride. There's this one guy who drapes anything you even remotely like around you, while the other guy goes 'Didi, ye bahut unique piece hai, aappe khilega'. He even said 'Aapka to safed rang hai, sab jaega'. SAFED?? I am wheatish in kind words, but white?? Hello, even my mother wouldn't say that! And, oh yes, my mum was all 'thoda english colours dikhana, you know, pastels'. Lol, he knows pastels, alright. And as I write this, another War of the Words with the TBF. What is this salty thing on my right cheek? Oops, a tear.

Bulletin Board

Bhai getting married in May. Mom wants me to wear a gown. I detest. It'll be too much of a scandal for the poor Lucknow-ites. Reminds me, Uz wanted me to wear a strapless one(sometimes I wonder if she's straight), which of course, I can't 'cause its going to come crashing down taking with it all my supposed izzat and my 'standing in thee society'(Zoya factor, anyone?). And am already wearing lehengas for two other functions, so leaves me with the national attire, shopping of which I am supposed to do today. Oh, by the way, I fought with my third best friend. Again. And we are not talking. Again. And this "childish" decision was taken by me. Again. I repeat the whole 'Lets not talk' chorus over and over so many times, I wonder if it matters to the Third Best Friend anymore. But whatever, I don't care what the TBF thinks about me. I think. I hope.