It was October 2005...
I had just returned from my home, after spending Durga Puja holidays... and my hostel room was at its messy best. With Pajama's rolled up, broom stick in my hand.. I tried to shoo away the spiders in the ceiling. Little did I know , that it would be the most important day in life ..
There was this guy in my batch... with a charming smile.. that made me go weak in my knees, every time he looked at me! We were friends.. but from the very beginning I had this feeling that something was brewing and it wasn't one-sided.He didn't have a cell phone of his own then.. but the day I left for my holidays, he sms-ed , that he got one. Ahem, and those sms's never stopped.
It was close to midnight.. I was exhausted cleaning my room.. my cell rang. My heart skipped a beat...it was him.
After a bit of " what were you doing's and why didn't you reply to my messages " the question was popped. " Do you love me? " I couldn't reply. Honestly, I had seen this coming.. but still when he asked.. I was dumbstruck. *trust me when I say "haan mere bhi mann me laddoo phuta" * He asked again. In my mind I was like..hey, where are the 3 magical words.. all of 18, I was used to guys hitting on me with "I love you"'s first.... I tried to put my thoughts together.. and managed to ask him back " Well, what do you think and do You love me ???" I was dying to hear those 3 word from him by then. So he replied " I do..I love you.. but am not sure..I think you love me too" Ahhh... bliss . I wanted to hear that again and again.. but wait I hadn't yet replied .. So, now the Taurus was a bit bugged.. He said " See, its past midnight, I give you 30 secs..tell me Do you love me.. or I wil hung up the phone "... Ahem, what..?? After gulping down my imaginary laddoos hurriedly.. I managed to say "Yes"
April 2013
After lots of up and downs.. He finally got down on his knees..in front of both the families and asked once again "Will you marry me ? " I was overwhelmed.. He is too stubborn to do anything like this.. but he just did. And all I could manage was " Get up.. get up..pretty please get up.. haan haan..yes yes... get up...everybody is watching!!" To my great relief he got up... but not without planting a tiny peck on my hands
I just thought of sharing this ... because you, are also part of my life now :)
Just after the ring exchange ..
This is one of my favorite pictures. I Love gold more than platinum.. so my solitaire is basically a gold ring. I don't like the traditional solitaires (the one which is a bit raised up).In my ring, the solitaire is kinda embedded. I heart it !
And I was a bit teary-eyed after that...
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We also had a bong style Ashirbaad that day
Sadly I don't have much pictures of my lehenga..like a full one. :( Also the color is basically rani pink with red undertones.. but in photos it showed up more as red and orange :(
The material is raw silk, and there is this dull gold zari work throughout. I did not want any heavy duty stuff for the engagement. My concept was minimalistic throughout. I had got the whole fabric dye-ed. The dupatta was however of net. So, it didn't pick up the deep color, just a tint of pink.
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Latkans of the blouse ~ Got them from 'Aparna' in Camac street (near Bellvue hospital) They also have a good collection of fabrics!
Aligning the dupatta~ my MUA helped with all that.
nervous wreck during the makeup~ but you can see the two tones of the fabric here: rani and red
It was weird, I had pinned the dupatta in my blouse..please never do that! It looks awfull in pictures
Not a good pic, but it covers most of the lehenga.. And yes, I am perpetually scared of high heels..hence the dull gold juti !
and That's US
I guess, that's enough blabber for today... and hopefully end of my engagement tales....
