It was a perfect June afternoon. The temperature wasn’t overly hot and the sky was clear with white, puffy clouds scattered around, only occasionally passing in front of the sun. The sounds of birds fluttering about the trees clustered around us filled the air, accompanied by the distant roar of waves crashing against the beach far below.
In front of us, about thirty feet from the cliff’s edge before it dropped off into the deep blue of the Indian Ocean, was an elegant white latticework arch, adorned with flowers and mounted on an elevated platform. The officiant puttered around, making sure everything was absolutely perfect lest the bride let him hear about it later.
“So now that we’re here, do you believe it yet?” Rakhi smiled at me, waggling her eyebrows. Read more »
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It had been a long day, and I was glad it was over. Since seven in the morning, I’d had a studio full of people for a photo shoot. It was for a popular and irreverent men’s magazine, and all the models had been scantily clad. I suppose the readership of the magazine liked their women beautiful and dumb, because that’s certainly what I’d dealt with all day. Working with fashion models may sound glamorous, but it’s usually not. Most of them are either vapid or vacuously chatty.
My assistants Gulati and Bobby were shutting down the studio lights and moving props out of the way while I hustled the last of the models and various other people out of the building. I couldn’t wait to pour myself a cold drink and relax, although I knew I wouldn’t have long before the magazine’s art director called. We’d talk about the shoot, when he could see the proofs, and a host of other details.
I had just shut the outer door on the last of the crowd when the office phone rang. With a sigh, I resigned myself to dealing with the call. Read more »
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