Pre & Post - Party Depressions

Whrs the party Tonite..???!!!

Will be surrounded by self-conscious people around... Hoping to be the most self-confident....

So, the venue, time, dress... everything is decided... and the time starts nowwwww.....

Slipping in my kurta.. but oops... its not actually SLIPPING in... infact m STUCK in.... Damn.... trying to somehow FIT in..... n I succeed....

but.. look at me... whom shud I blame for this tight fit?? sssshhhh m OKAY.....

After adjusting myslf in the mirror, I prefer to take it offf... but tht might take even more time than it took to put on... so... give up... running short of time.... dont wanna take risk...

Thanks to the saviour "Duppatta" that made me camouflage some more extra of myself...

And M in depression.. trying to think of as many people that are wear sizes bigger than me... but continue to be in depression after thinkin of their years of marriage....

So wanna ask everyone in the house to leave and get house arrested by my own extra pounds...

And I reach the Party... happy to hear some real big diplomats praise me on how m looking... praising my dress's colour, pattern, saying tht now cute m lookin... thou i missed the word "sexy"... but i was satisfied...

there was a big anti-derpresant for me.... BOLLYWOOD MUSIC....
and bangggggggggggg... i had lots of fun...!!

after a good session of crazy moves and funky dancing.... there was a session of photograph clicking...

Finally came the moment of post-party depression when I peeped into to digi-cam to have a look at the frame clicked.. and trust me... the frame was toooooo wide....

Was I lookin a bunch of tyers during the whole function??

Were all the pics that were clicked apprehended me as a kids staker toy.. ???

Damn.. I was in depression again....

The story continues.... and me and my depressions live happily ever after..!!