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white as snow...
She was very excited. Her dream was about to come true. They were going for their honeymoon to the Queen of Hills, honeymooner's paradise- Shimla.
She had packed her warmest of jackets, sweaters, her set of pink binnie with the muffler, her thick gloves with feathers at wrist and her boots, oh yes she had specially bought to wear them in snow. Shimla hadn't received any snow this Christmas or the New year, she was full of hope her honeymoon will be white as snow, oh white honeymoon....
Was there a girl who had not fantasized about it? The husband, the marriage, the honeymoon should be a silky smooth experience just like chocolate mousse.. that's what every girl dreams and plans. Trisha had planned and packed her things accordingly. She asked her husband, Srinivas, for his things. But he said he liked to do his packing himself. So they all left home, Trisha, ah Mrs Trisha, w/o Mr Srinivas, 2 big suitcases, one laptop bag, Trisha's small cabin bag and a Gucci Purse her mom had gifted. They flew to Chandigarh and from there, they took a taxi to Shimla.
The moment they reached the hotel, she knew something was horribly wrong. She was looking at an old, delapidated building, no a small cottage-- it was not a hotel at all...!! An old lady came out of the cottage, dirty old clothes, she looked at her with no emotions at all or was there a hint of judgement- oh Lord no one, literally no one wanted to be looked at with hatred on her honeymoon- that too by an old servant...!!!!
to be continued....
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She had packed her warmest of jackets, sweaters, her set of pink binnie with the muffler, her thick gloves with feathers at wrist and her boots, oh yes she had specially bought to wear them in snow. Shimla hadn't received any snow this Christmas or the New year, she was full of hope her honeymoon will be white as snow, oh white honeymoon....
Was there a girl who had not fantasized about it? The husband, the marriage, the honeymoon should be a silky smooth experience just like chocolate mousse.. that's what every girl dreams and plans. Trisha had planned and packed her things accordingly. She asked her husband, Srinivas, for his things. But he said he liked to do his packing himself. So they all left home, Trisha, ah Mrs Trisha, w/o Mr Srinivas, 2 big suitcases, one laptop bag, Trisha's small cabin bag and a Gucci Purse her mom had gifted. They flew to Chandigarh and from there, they took a taxi to Shimla.
The moment they reached the hotel, she knew something was horribly wrong. She was looking at an old, delapidated building, no a small cottage-- it was not a hotel at all...!! An old lady came out of the cottage, dirty old clothes, she looked at her with no emotions at all or was there a hint of judgement- oh Lord no one, literally no one wanted to be looked at with hatred on her honeymoon- that too by an old servant...!!!!
to be continued....
© cmcb
