Sitting here in a tousled mess in my oversized shirt and pyjama bottoms, chocolate melting on my tongue, I find myself staring at the reflection of my friends scattered around my room. They're tearing through my things, making a last-minute mess in their mission to help me find every little piece of jewellery, each accessory, yet they're all already dressed in their glamorous outfits, teasing me about being the most relaxed bride they've ever seen. My oversized shirt is hardly bridal attire, yet it's comforting, back to back lehengas irritated me to the no end. I love traditional no doubt in them but so many lehangas for every function felt like a burden.
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