And obviously, Sandip & I will not live in something too hotel-like or a palace after marriage. We’ll live in a normal house that looks nice and have a child. A child deserves to have a proper house. And we will have only one child, no more allowed. I’m too old to raise more than one. No designer brands either, not that Sandip cares as long as I look awesome. Rich people don’t buy designer brands anyhow. Atleast Mark Zuckerberg does not. They did a study on his clothes and found they were all low-price local stuff. The wedding will be at our new house, nothing fancy, I will obviously wear a white cotton saree with no blouse, nothing fancy, no platinum, gold, silver or diamond jewellery, which I will never buy anyhow for myself, imitation, no bridal makeup, getup, no sindoor, bindi, shakha pola, maang tika, anklets, holud, floral garlands nonsense. Guests, maximum 150, maybe no guests, just registration, no ceremonies, which I don’t believe in anyhow. We’ll get pregnant first thing after marrying. And obviously there will be greenery outside our house where street dogs and crows can chill. Obviously, I will do all the cooking after marrying Sandip. Obviously, I will always be dressed up inside the house for Sandip. And there will be lights hanging on the trees for the wedding, warm, soft yellowish-white lights, romantic. The menu, I decide, maybe tandoori chicken + tandoori paneer, naan, intense chocolate cake, nothing boring like biryani!!! No icecream, I don’t want people catching colds. No sweets, they’re too sweet, baklava!!! Champagne, no soft drinks or mocktails!!! And there will be arches in our house.