Three days of intensive shopping later, the lady was back from Chennai.
"No, a little darker than the inside."
"So, how'd it go? Got the stuff you need?" I asked on one of our evening calls.
"Aan, we got most of the saris we needed. I got the sari for the engagement too."
"Ohh nice! What colour?"
"It's onion pink."
"It's what?"
"Onion pink, you know. Like deep pink."
"So it's deep pink, then?"
"Erm, not exactly. It's onion pink."
"OK, like the skin of an onion or the inside of an onion?"
"No, a little darker than the inside."
"Oh, so it's dark pink."
"No, it's onion pink."
Of course, I should have known better. Now, three weeks of wedding shopping later, I'm a different man (err, maybe more woman). Bottle green. Cornflower blue. Wine red. Sunglow yellow. Vanilla white. I know 'em all.
And No, if you think the adjective before the colour says it all, you could not be more wrong. Didn't you read the part about the Onion Pink?
