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Designed by Sara Pulickal
© 2012
Sara is a freelance designer who blogs at http://ifancyadoozy.wordpress.com

The Wedding Card Story

Aug 5th
"So, I have a business proposition for you."
"Tell me."
"I was thinking you can design the wedding card. It can be..."
"Ohhhh. I'm in!!"

Aug 22nd
"Something mallu, I think?"
"OK, I'll make some rough sketches for you. How mallu do you want it?"
"Let's not make it too elegant or anything. We need something a lil... whacky, maybe?"
"I'm on it."

Aug 31st
"Oye, that one's really nice!"
"OK, so here's what we're gonna do..."
(10 mins of laying it out)
"Sounds great. Let's do it!"
"You got it."

Sep 16th
"Chandybhaiyaaa! This is just not working out. I think I'll have to change the layout. And I can't put in the elephant anymore."
"So what've we got now?"
"OK... We'll have this here, and that there... But I don't think I'll have much time for tweaks if you don't like it."
"That sounds all right! I'm sure I will."
"Erm... we'll see."

Sep 18th
"This is brilliant! Good job, sis!"
"Anything you want me to change?"
"You're already spending waaay too much time on this..."
"It's your card. Tell me what you need, and I'll get it done."

Sep 29th
"I just got back from the printers. They didn't do what I asked them to do!"
"Does it still look OK?"
"It looks OK. But it's not what I wanted!"
"Good enough. You're already spending..."
"I'll fix it."

Oct 2nd
"Whew! It's finally fixed... and done."
"You turned out to be quite the designer!"
"I printed 76. Can I keep one?"
"Don't ask me. Just tell me."

To my Superstar Sis Ammu, who did the best job ever. Much love.

The world knows her as Sara. Read the design story on her blog.

Jab We Met

A sunny day in January. I woke up red-eyed and tired. What a day to meet a girl for the first time. I wished I were back at work. In the comfort of my office far, far away with client phone calls driving me crazy. Ah, good times. But today, that was not to be. Today, I had to dress nice, be smart, and say Hello to at least 15 different faces, none of whom I had seen, ever. I slumped back into bed. Yawn.

A breezy day in January. I woke up dazed and weak in the knees. What a day to meet a guy for the first time. I missed my audit paperwork. Microsoft Excel never seemed more appealing. Aaaargh! Why didn't I just say No when I had the chance? And who the hell works in Nigeria these days? It was too late now. I headed to the cupboard and pulled out my black and red salwar.

Boom! Maybe those were the tyres of the car, I thought hopefully. But I had no such luck. Five of us in this car, and then three others who would join us once we reached the main road. Apparently there would be some 7 or 8 at her place as well. All that was missing was the wedding ring. Well, at least the infamous Kochi traffic would delay things a bit, I thought as I pulled out of the driveway. But it was almost like it was Opposite Day. The roads were deserted. Twenty minutes later, we were looking up at an apartment complex some fifteen floors high.

Clang! I had heard plates moving and being filled with a dozen items of food all through the morning. There was enough stuff to feed an army. But when it came to food, the Mallu Catholic custom was simple. Invite 20. Cook for 50. Make the 20 eat for 50. We always figured out what to do with the leftovers. Several floors below, I saw a shiny red sedan back up and park.

It was like the eyes of the world were on me. I hate being the center of attraction. Oh well, I pretty much hated everything and everyone now. "Moley, come in here!" a voice called out. Poof! I snapped my fingers. Nope, the disappearing act didn't work. I looked up to see the tall figure that walked into the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed, peeking outside from time to time. How do people find so many questions to ask, I wondered. "Moley, come in here!" a voice called out. This was it. I wished there were more space under the bed so I could crawl down and stay there. I walked in and looked down to see the guy in the blue shirt.

***

Everything around us disappeared.

Swoop! The clouds covered the sun.
Flash! Lightning blazed across the sky.
Boom! Thunder broke the morning silence.
Crash! Rain drenched us from head to foot.

Cupid has a way of announcing his arrival.

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