“I REFUSE to believe that I’m meant to do ordinary things, let alone marry an ordinary person.”
That’s what I told my mother the other day. I used to imagine wearing a wedding gown fit for a queen even though I’m Indian. I can’t imagine how my mother would react seeing me in a white gown and not a traditional sari, draped in gold chains and garlands as heavy as rocks around my neck for my wedding. Well, I’m allergic to gold anyway. I got a three-day “lecture” for pointing that out.
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