Anecdote #11

It was the night of a lavish cocktail party with all that pizazz. After many failed attempts of applying make up, I opted to go natural but unfortunately reminisces of the excessive blush still loomed over my cheeks. There I was in a cherry red suit and churidar accompanying my father to a cocktail/ pre-wedding dinner party. It was nothing like I had ever seen, the banquet was enormous and decorated elegantly in white. I saw to my left, an array of little food stalls resembling a small food festival. The yellow light struck our shoes making us look fine and polished. It wasn't long before that I had tasted all the snacks. I met all my father's friends gladly but with a hint of consciousness, worrying that there might be bits of what I ate on my petite bugs bunny like teeth.  I kept looking around and observing the crowd, my father stood out amongst the crowd, waltzing through conversations. I couldn't help but feel in awe of him and wanted to stay in his company when I found myself stuck with an uninterested and disengaged fourteen year old and time slithered on.  The sole reason I wanted to stay to was to watch the much anticipated performances of a sufi singer and a punjabi rapper. In the next ten minutes the dance performances of the family members came on which were amusing to watch with an expected cheesy ending of the bride and groom to be waltzing.  Another half an hour lingered on and I sat still in a chair observing the extravagant clothing and updos of the women. I didn't want to interrupt my dad as it was his time  off but he came around after a while and so did the sufi singer! He was extraordinary and in his element. I had never seen a better live performance in my 16 year old life. The energy got back into me when all of a sudden my dad's friend who was our ride ( due to the troublesome odd even regime) wanted to leave. Apparently he was tone deaf and didn't enjoy the performance and moreover  his wife was leaving a string of missed calls which he was to afraid to take. We huddled outside and got in the car. On the way back my father had to talk to his friend's wife as he was chickening out. It was a funny sight if you ask me. As the car ride progressed I watched the passing scenery from the window, tube lights glistening in the dark with a mild breeze moving the leaves on the trees. I felt unexpectedly satisfied in that moment , enjoying the simplicity of the scenery. . It was a night with experiences of all sorts making it an overall enjoyable experience and one I will remember.