Last year, November 27 was a strange strange time.
I hadn’t said yes to k so the question hung heavy in the air.
We were suspended in that odd, zingy place where you aren’t quite friends anymore, but you aren’t more either.
At midnight we were at Hussy’s where we cut a piece of mithai and sang happy birthday, completely oblivious to the fact that this year, we would be eating a cake made by the same Hussy at a bbq on the our rooftop, and I would be his wife of 4 months. Life is one of the most hilarious things I have seen…in my life.