Name- Amrit Kaur
Age- Does it matters???
Nationality – Of course, Indian
Relationship status – Single but not at all ready to mingle...
Occupation – 2 yrs experience in a magazine as a columnist
5 yrs experience of being a wedding planner.....and so on
Was the informal bio-data of the vivacious, bubbly, pretty Miss Amrit Kaur.
Born in Delhi
Brought up in Mumbai
Higher education at London
Currently working in New York
She was the most sought after wedding planner in New York. After all she had organized most of the weddings of the city. Five years before when she started her business, she planned the weddings which went with the title ‘HAPPILY EVER AFTER’ and like the name those weddings lasted a really long time. But in recent years, the scenario seems to have changed a bit, actually a lot. She had already organized three weddings of the same groom with different brides in three years. Now- a-days, whenever she met her old clients with a man not their husbands she always propped the question, “Friend?” and many would reply, “No dear, boyfriend.”
The phone rang for the fifteenth time and at last she picked it up. “Hello”, she said in a bit low volume,” Thank God!!!...by the way how generous of you to pick my call so fast”, said the voice on the other side of the phone. “What’s the matter?, she asked still in sleep,” What’s the matter!!!!!......look in your calendar and then ask that question!!!” She suddenly became alert and jumped from her bed to her desk-side calendar and what she saw made her eyes pop out and her mouth open.” Oh shit!! Kevin I am late. I mean , I am very late. Did you see the preparations??? Are they going on well???? We have two weddings in our hands and I am already late. Kevin, are you there? Are you there?”
“Yep, I have got everything done just come fast.” She kept her phone and hurried to the washroom. She, then, scurried across the room to her closet. Her one hand was busy brushing her teeth and her other hand kept searching for suitable clothes in her closet. At last she wore a dark charcoal silk romper and tied her hair in bun. She collected her make-up kit and her Blackberry and stuffed it her Gucci and took off with her stilettos in her hands.
Locking her flat she ran for the elevator and phoned Jay.” Be near my building in two minutes”, she ordered him and practically she ordered everyone around her. Be it her friend and secretary Kevin, be it her best friend and a fashion designer Paul and be it her childhood friend, her servant’s son and a taxi driver Jay. But all co-operated with her no matter what because she was Kevin’s only boss and an understanding friend, because she was the only reliable source of income and fast friend of Paul and because she was the only friend of Jay. She ran across the receptionist desk and out the door. All the passer-by looked at her, not only because she was very beautiful and attractive but also she was holding her Gucci and stilettos in her hands and looking anxiously on the road for someone.......(to be continued).....
