It was a girls day out. A friend whose husband was out of town, said she wanted to paint the town red. It was only a matter of speech. So she asked us if we could take a day off and go out someplace.
And we did, armed with a nice picnic hamper, a camera, comfortable walking shoes. We decided to be tourists in our own city. We set off to the Chowmahalla Palace. Since I had already been there, I decided to generally appreciate what I might have missed out earlier.
And of course, admire the garden. While I was busy taking pictures, there was a sudden flurry of activity. A car ( that itself was unusual, because vehicles are not allowed inside) came in, and a lady got out.
K, who was taking in the scene, whispered, 'Is that the Princess?'
The Princess was indeed in town, as there were reports in the local papers. I had no clue.
And she said 'Quick, take a picture'.
I said 'Are you sure she is the Princess?'
She said 'No, but take the picture, she must be someone important, we can always find out later'.
So I turned the camera away from the flowers and took this. (I have blurred her face). I did get a better one too.
I felt quite like the paparazzi. Another security guard did say she was royalty. He said the Nizam too was expected later in the evening. Anyway, not quite the right thing to do, invading their privacy.
Ah well, we giggled like we used to in our college days. We did not paint the town red, but went home at the end of the day feeling all relaxed and happy.