I know that many of you will be stirred by waiting for this last blog which is speaking about the end of my journey (in an airplane, probably). So here is the update.
I know that many of you will be stirred by waiting for this last blog which is speaking about the end of my journey (in an airplane, probably). So here is the update.
What after the bus…well it was not a warm bed to take rest. For me it would be a truck, a luggage truck. You must be wondering why a truck. Because the place where I was, had no other moving object on the road. However, the story made its twist. The bus had dropped me to an almost remote area. I was over with my budget so it was time to ask for a lift. I tried for 10 mints (gratitude to my patience).
As you may know, I traveled in train which dropped me to a village to where my would-be groom belonged. For this one I can say, without a doubt that this Bus ride had a bigger bang on me than any other.
That day everybody would have thought/screamed ‘Where could the bride possibly be?’ If they all wanted to find the Runaway Bride, then they kind of needed this blog. Boo! What is a wedding? Good food, good clothes, good dancing, good times? This blog is dedicated to the day which led to the following story. Here I am talking about MY marriage. Which eventually I didn’t attend. So it all started with the day when my parents made me meet this guy. A guy whom I did not like at the very first glance. Forgive me for these words but he was short, bald and yes how I can forget his bulging tummy. Fine…I may be exaggerating a bit but trust
