3.30 pm, 29th April, 2011, Dubai, UAE
On 29th March, exactly one month before the immensely discussed Royal Wedding, I was actually walking down the road that led to Westminster Abbey from Buckingham Palace with my friends Vicky and Roshan. Then, even for once, it didn't seem so important to me to be there to witness the mega-event just a month later, and in some strange way, be part of history.
In fact, at that point of time, I was somewhat irritated at all the hoopla that was made of it. All I could think of was to get out of that place at the earliest possible instance. Literally.
But today, as I sat watching the whole ceremony on live TV, I did feel a little sad. May be not for not being there to be watching what almost looked like a beautiful climax to a romantic comedy.
Leaving London for good, shouldn’t be bad after all.
May be it had more to do with the fact that it’s been four years since I met her. And three years into the relationship. And still, she’s there and I am here.
And I miss her. Damn.
On 29th March, exactly one month before the immensely discussed Royal Wedding, I was actually walking down the road that led to Westminster Abbey from Buckingham Palace with my friends Vicky and Roshan. Then, even for once, it didn't seem so important to me to be there to witness the mega-event just a month later, and in some strange way, be part of history.
In fact, at that point of time, I was somewhat irritated at all the hoopla that was made of it. All I could think of was to get out of that place at the earliest possible instance. Literally.
But today, as I sat watching the whole ceremony on live TV, I did feel a little sad. May be not for not being there to be watching what almost looked like a beautiful climax to a romantic comedy.
Leaving London for good, shouldn’t be bad after all.
May be it had more to do with the fact that it’s been four years since I met her. And three years into the relationship. And still, she’s there and I am here.
And I miss her. Damn.
