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Knock Knock! August 9, 2010

Who’s there?

Drama Queen!

Drama queen who?

Drama queen who wishes that she wasn’t such a drama queen!

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Going by how morbid my last couple of posts were before I did my disappearing act for the umpteenth time, I am pretty sure all of the 1688 visitors (yes, I will maintain that that’s the count of unique visitors to this site, no, you can not make me change my mind!) now assume that either I am a. Dead; or b. have lost both my hands, and my ability to speak, and hence have no way to pen my deep deep thoughts on this blog any more! Extremely tragic scenarios, both of them, even if I do say so myself.

Suffice to say that is not the case.

A lot has happened in the past 6 months. A LOT! I will just spring it: I got MARRIED!

*Insert evidence A*

As must be evident by the picture, it was an enormously happy day.

Now, I must apologies if the reader is left confused by the rather drastic turn of events. I will quote our wedding officiant here “It was a lot of whirl, but no wind romance” (I still don’t understand that :O, please enlighten me if you do!).  Anyhoo, if I recall correctly (coz I am loathe to go back and read my drama queen-yness at it’s peak), I left the blog at the very melancholy note of leaving my boyfriend, of very short time, and going back to motherland. In short, it did not happen. We both ended up deciding that we are a couple of nutcases, and we would be those weirdo couples who decide to get married within 6 months of knowing each other. Commitments were made, small ceremonies were planned, self-celebratory dances were danced (!) and then the parents were informed. It all went downhill from there. Err….not exactly :), the only downhill part was the absolute disregard of our wish of having a small and extremely simple ceremony. I guess that happens when two ethnic cultures collide! His Portuguese vs. my Indian, both alien to doing things on a small scale. The details of the affair, which turned rather glamorous (you should have guessed just by the bling on the top half of my dress, I mean duh!) are best left for subsequent posts, because even without embellishing or using the poetic license, the stories leading up to the final day are part-hilarious, part-frustrating, part-sad, and a complete bollywood fodder!

P.S. The reason for this, abrupt and relatively short, return is that for the first time in the past 5 months my adorable/handsome/absolutely the best husband ever and I are spending a week apart, and I can not for the life of me fall asleep. See you soon, many more stories coming shortly to enthrall you completely 😉