...and i dont have anything nice to wear! i am fat, very fat. i surf through mum's sarees and pick one. its peacock blue coloured with some peacock motifs on it. mild saree but i love it. i try wrapping that 5 yard thing around me like 3-4 times, but i fail. i call mum to help me out...she quickly dresses me up. now i realize i do not have any jewellery. so i go hunting in my old drawer if i can find blue bangles or something...i spot them, red, orange, blue, some pink?! anyways i stretch my arm to get them and .............cuff cufff.... my eyes opened. i was lying in my bed. there wasnt any drawer in front and i was under my blanket. it was 7am.
how the hell did my mind drift to ashu's wedding??!! how? why? the dream was horrible. a. i was fat. b. i was wearing a saree. c. it was happening at my place in bombay. weird. by the time ashu gets married, that place wud be demolised. so theres no way the dream is coming true.
but something more funny happened after that. when i signed into gtalk late this morning, ashu was online! and we talked so much about her wedding, my wedding, our family.... it was very relaxing and fun... she told me about the saree colours a maharashtrian bride wears, yellow and green! to which i reacted i wud have a theme wedding- like an African dress code, or Hawaiian. she loved the idea..and we started fantacising my wedding...ah!
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