The ladies said, gaily, "But you must have at least a tikka on your forehead!" and I thought it was rude and churlish of me to refuse even that, so I extended my head...and got my whole face and neck smeared.
I really am looking through rose-tinted spectacles at life now...my cream top is, I think, destined to be a pink-spotted top forever...and it took me ages to carefully get the gulal bits off KM's camera(they fell on it even though I held it as far away from myself as I could) while the possible "colourful" words he might use, if the camera malfunctioned, echoed in my head....
When you are willing to go a little extra, people make sure it's more extra than you actually want...either one feels guilty about not doing something, or feels bad about having done it!
I am changing my name to Rosie for the next week or so.