awright .. to pick up from last time , Nareeman was talking to my mother and i was 'now' curious about the bride's sister . I had never seen her or the bride and i just had this thing . You know ... I needed to see for myself who the bride was . Khair ...I stared at her . There was something so likeable about her .I set aside the plate and glanced at the stage where both the bride and the groom were sitting . I was looking for a chance to sneak in the thick mass of helloz ,hi'z and hugs , take a look at em and get back 'quickly' . My brother who was probably 8 or 9 then , was playing around with a buncha other kids .
Nareeman was now sitting with my mother . She had a coke in her hand. I noticed murtaza (my brother) sneak under our table . I guess he was playing hide and sneak . I got an idea . It was nasty but it'll work !! . I just knew it . First lemme explain how we were all sitting . First its my mother . Right beside her is Nareeman with her back towards . And then ofcourse its me ! . All in a circle ..
I waited for the right moment and when murtaza was not facing us ... I kicked him slightly under the table . HE kicked me back . I told him it was not me but Farah (younger sister). Now he thought that Nareeman was Farah .Since he was under the table , he couldnt tell if it was really her or someone else .. Ofcourse ! what do you expect from an 8 year old kid .He had no idea what i was up to . The next kick i guess caught him below the belt . He turned and DUG his teeth in Nareeman's thigh .... Ewoooo ! ... Ofcourse the poor girl had no idea what struck her .... Owww ... Howl ... a Kick back .. Murtaza gets it in the balls ..crying and she gets up coke spilled on her dress . Dripping down her kurta ... hahaha. I started laughing .... Id say it was self defense ... A glare from mom was enough to temme that its enough .
Courtesy required that i help her . I did . She wipped hersef . All embarassed . I said," you're not crying . Damn . I liked you better when you were crying ..." . She giggled out loud. I swear .. my mother gave me one of those raised brows looks . We had to leave early that day ... I forgot about her totally .
Then in a week's time we had to go to this other wedding . I was sitting alone asusual being an antisocial dud .. WE met there agian and hung out together during the entire wedding . She told me that she loved her sister very much and she'll miss her .She introduced me to all the others .Word spreads fast . They kinda knew me already . It was again ooh's and aah's all night ..
Anyways to cut a long story short ... we became good pals . she has been coming every year after that . Got married a couple of years back . Has almost a couple of babies . When i hug her baby boy , i try and smell him . I have this thing that babies smell better than Jovan Musk . Avoid em Only when its a party or anything because you cannot rub a baby all over you and expect to turn heads or then again not to trun some . Khair .. Me and Nareeman have been very close after her marriage . She discusses things with me and i advise her the best i can ... i picked some pics .. notice the colorful dress of the brides and the bindia's on their foreheads. The garlands and the rings ... gotta go get a bandaid . Was in a small altercation today ...
TODAY 
