So recently I have had the pleasure (sarcasm intended) of experiencing an engagement (a Rasam). Yes, people I have got engaged, engaged to be married *slaps herself to get these words out.* Its happened. How did that happen. Oh boy…should you really have to know?
Just so you asked, You know the usual. A candle light dinner with the guy on his knees (begging for his life) with a ring in his hand while I blush looking at him with dreamy eyes ( and a knife in my hand).
Well he is gonna beg for his life at some point of his life. Might as well start now. And I did have a knife in my hand ( in my imagination) which was later used to cut the hot chocolate cake ( which never existed).
Alright enough of fancy imagination. Haha…. I know for a minute there I really got you…. Sorry
Reality check : I am an asian.
Severe reality check : I am a Pakistani for heaven’s sake. How dare I even imagine that.
So I am a Pakistani and engagements are a big affair. Frankly everything is a big affair if you are a Pakistani. We will go onto that in later blogs now that I will be having more of this new experiences. Read more