Timsy Ki shaadi

My readers better have missed me...mere yaar ki shaadi thi...there was jus no time for anything.Finally something we were ranting and raving for the past one year happened..Timsy got married....everytime i looked at Rahul and Timsy it was overwhelming.It seems like it was only yesterday when she was telling us how she likes this boy called Rahul.Our loud..high energy high drama high voltage friend was trying to act coy. She couldnt retain that mask for long though....when our quintessential ghati music began playing...she was the same timsuuu...our ghati dance partner...actually nobody does it better than her.Honestly nobody does a quite a few things better than her.She probably must have been one of the few brides who danced more than anybody else at her own wedding...

Timsy is one girl i know who has lived out her fairytale...there she was in her pink outfit.She had planned on wearing that outfit since she was a kid....shes still a kid.When she does the pardesi pardesi train song , sticks out her pan stained tongue, or screams in the background saying 'give my clothes back ' when our guy friends are talking to their girlfriends on the phone....its alomst feels like her wedding was an unlawful child marriage... actually if it was not for Timsy we would never have discovered the child within us....

Its almost like one phase of our lives is over....this building was like our safe haven...its like a landmine littered with memories....you step on one square and there would be an explosion of a myriad memories....

Rahul is the prototype of those Princes on white horses (as much as i know that its a chauvinist idea ..we all do thrive on candyfloss notions....without expecting every one of them to materiliase)...hes like those attentive calm guys who dont lose it when u lose it..who actually allow you to lose it without talking you out of it....and he perpetually has that look on his face when Timsy does mad things where hes almost saying to her...I STILL LOVE YOU...or rather..thats all i love about you....Couldnt have invoked a brighter star to shine for her...

They say ...we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand.Those were really the best days of our lives....We are like those tiny kids standing at the crossing askin each other to hold onto to each other tight while crossing....cos its a big wild world out there and we have to stick together to stick it out....i feel a part of our human chain is missing now.Gradually none of us will be within yelling distance . I feel content knowing though that those were the best days of our lives..and i am what i am..cos my gang was a part of 'growing up' years.Growing up is almost synonymous to mari TIMSY RADHI ane Balkha.

LOOOVE U GUYS....