The Davaat Queen 2010

The year has rolled around so quickly, it was on this new years eve were my life kinda fell into place. I had so many questions and little answers about the best way to become a Desi Wive. Unlike previous years of hanging around at home, we were dressed up and out. Not on an all nighter raging new year party but at  a Desi Wive's home for a lavish dinner. I suspect the hostess had been slaving away in the kitchen for a few days. There she stood in all her glory before all. Her hair and make-up perfect, wearing a designer salwar kameez. Smiling at her guests as she carried a huge tray of biryani to the dinning table. It all looked so perfect- the food, the hostess and guests. As she glided towards the table, her loyal guests 'ooohed' and 'ahhed' at her efforts causing her smile to deepen then  grow into a grin.I could tell that she was used to this, she looked like a queen walking slowly towards the altar. She'd pause occassionally to meet the eyes of her loyal followers. I think it's what Oprah calls an 'ah ha' moment. I had one of those, while watching her. It's the moment that all Desi Wives aim for, it's where the adulation and success meet publically. It's where she is formally crowned 'queen'.