Wedding Schmedding!
“Excuse me, aren’t you Imraan from Eastern Mosaic?” I heard the voice say. I swung around from the shopfront window display I was admiring to discover that it belonged to an elegantly dressed, petite Indian woman in her twenties. “Yes I am.” I replied, mentally preparing myself for what typically followed that question : A photo request? An autograph perhaps? Or just a quick hello. This is how...