The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams-Eleanor Roosevolt.

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"My dreams is to fly over the rainbow so high..
My dream is to fly over rainbow so high..
My dream is to fly..
Over the rainbow...."

My music got turned out, i raised my eyes away from the book i am currently reading "The Winner Stands Alone by Paulo Caelho" to look at my mum, one hand akimbo and the other holding a fabric, which looked a little heavy for my liking.

I whined for she switched off the mp3 player," muuuummm."
She just squinted her eyes more in a warning manner and spoke,"stop wasting time intentionally when you know that you are suppose to get ready, as the groom's family must be coming any minute from now."

I made a face and said," should they not know the real me?"
My mum eyed me one more time and that just made the cat to hold my tongue.

I took the fabric she brought, which i got to know was a Saree and entered the bathroom to change.

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As soon as i came out of the bathroom i saw my mum, ready with the kit of make-up.
I shook my head and asked," mum? Whats this now?"

She didnt utter anything, just made me sit on the seat of my dressing table and started painting my face excitedly; experimenting the colours that matched the Saree am wearing.

I have to do all the stupid stuff that i searched last night on google about how to make a boy reject you..
Hope it works.

Being positive and leaving my trust on google i headed towards the living room with a tray of tea on my hand to meet the groom.

According to my mum i should serve them the tea, but according to google i...