Flowers were strewn everywhere, the holy fire still smoldering in the havan a little away and amidst the small gathered crowd, they sat. She sat tugging at the coconut with both her hands while he trying to withhold the fruit escaping from his grasp...It was the nelangu function or the wedding games between the newly weds. More so a kind of amusement for the guests who are waiting for the lunch to be served. "Whatever was I thinking at that moment?" wondered Sharanya. "I was supposed to be this demure shy bride and instead I seem to be wringing the coconut as though my life depended on it! Thank god for small mercies, at least my valiant efforts are not showing in my face." "Sharanya Manni, I had bet Rajeev that you would win at the nelangu function. I lost Rs.100 on your account" Sanjiv was grinning sheepishly. They were sitting watching their marriage DVD on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Quickly coming out of here reverie she caught Kishore looking at her qui...
Thoughts that echo like a melodic stanza