Urgh, I groaned as my mum called me to help her. Great, I thought, just when I had finished with the main preparation downstairs and decide to help myself to a drink, a can of Fanta to be specific, my mother thinks it is absolutely fine to call me to help with the preparation upstairs!!!
It was my sister, Anjali's wedding in a couple of days. She had found love in the perfect guy. Perfect job, perfect home, perfect looks. What more can you ask for...
I wish I had the same; I was yet to find my guy. Even my sister who hated love like anything has found her true love. I mean, I am genuinely happy for my sister. We are really close and I'm going to miss her really badly after she gets married. Anjali, as I said before, had fallen in love with the most perfect guy I've seen. Not that I wanted to marry him myself because that would be awkward as I have known him for several years and he has been a great brother like friend to me. He's not really my type either. Hang on a minute... I don't even have a type.
Ok, where was I? Oh yeah, my sister was never really interested in love and I never dreamt that she would ever fall in love with Atul (the guy she is going to marry). And there is still me who has always waited for her prince charming to sweep of her feet and is still waiting...
But there is much more than the love I am looking for.
It is probably due to the fact that I do not get impressed easily. I mean my criteria for the perfect guy is that he should be caring, kind, charming, have a good sense of humor...there is just so much. Also I don't believe in opposites attract. That is simply ridiculous. I mean, if you see someone with a completely different personality as you, you probably won't even like the guy and then how can love happen? Also, love at first sight... I mean how is that possible without even knowing the person?
Anyway, I went up to mum. She told me to get out one of the dresses from the cupboard which was too high for her to reach.
I looked at my sister daydreaming. She looked so happy. Lucky her, I thought as I felt a tiny tiny tiny pang of jealousy in me.
Anjali!
I decided to startle her. I just giggled as I saw her jerk out of her dreams (about Atul, I guess). She glared at me when saw me laughing my head off at her hopeless state of being the princess trapped in her room. If only she had long hair like Rapunzel. Then her knight in shining armor (Atul) would come to save her... by climbing up hair? Or is it her climbing down her hair? What! That's impossible... wait...um...
Riddhima!
This time it was my sister's turn to jerk me out of my thoughts. She looked at me grinning and then opened her mouth to speak
Let me guess you were thinking of suggesting to me to grow my hair long like you know who so that Atul can come and save me like my...
...knight in shining armor! How did you know what I was thinking?
You don't need a degree to figure out what you're thinking! That's what you always suggest to the bride at this point before the wedding!
Only Sapna...
And Reema...
Yeah and her...
And Priya...
And her...
And...
OK! Stop it, I get the point.
I turned around annoyed to go back downstairs.
At least, you have fun!
I heard my sister say to me. I turned around and ran and hugged her.
I'm going to miss you so much...
Me too! Now go! You have work to do!
Already finished it!
That was quick!
Well, sis, I am experienced in this job. I've done it 5 times!
And done it the best each time!
I said bye and promised her that I will smuggle in some Crunchy bars (she loves them).
Now for the part I love... and oh yeah, the can of Fanta that I had promised myself I while back and the biriyani I soon smelt after I had heard my tummy rumble like a caged lion that is roaring.
I was walking, not really looking in front of me until I bumped into something hard...
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