…i went to espresso with drying mehndi on my hands with meena and mars and we drank coffee and laughed and took mad pics.
…my red hot chilli pepper bottle got smashed to bits by my darling niece, who i still love despite that.
…my morning nikah outfit got left behind at the tailors with no hope of recoevry before the ceremoney tomorrow.
…my cousin, sisters and i tried to figure out what to do and ended up family gossiping instead.
…i wrote an email which signaled the end of an era.
…i prayed to Allah Mian to help me retain my sense of humour and faith and to keep me realizing that this is all some detail of a large plan which im too small to understand.