Its so weird to think that i was petrified of holi once and pakka colour meant like blasphemy..locked myself up in the bathroom cuz i was scared on anky or papa having it. And now, its like holi isnt complete until there is pakka rang on my face. Different life;)

So, yesterday, we were viewing my neighbors wedding video and we got to discussing how D is like Agent Vinod..like working and messaging important things to his clients at 2 in the night but still laughing and dancing and then again getting a call..multitasking effortlessly..so so hot. And his shirt and trousers and coat..uncreased. Like even after 10 hours of sitting or dancing..its just impeccably proper. Even the groom's dress had wrinkles later on(like duh) but his..nothing happening. Sigh. Now we know where his money goes..these creaseless clothes. Its bad that he is friends with my bro..then he also takes me as a younger sis(haw..no no) material or preferably not so seriously. Okay, not sister-ly but like a good friend's sister..but he got me a drink or two..thats sweet right? We'll see at the wedding..we will!:)