It isn't just for weddings...

So, I work with two wonderful kiwi folks who are going back to NZ after nine years in Calcutta. Naturally, I threw them a party...

Little did I know as I carried a cake all the way from one end of town to the other, riding on a bumpy auto-rickshaw, squishing my way onto the jam-packed Metro, and finally jostling along on a cycle-rickshaw, in the blistering heat, with the cake melting on my lap, that I would soon be wearing it!

I guess in the Bengali tradition, icing is meant to be smeared...

and worn proudly...

The festival of colors isn't until this weekend, but here we are covered in icing!

I managed to clean myself up. Here's me with some of the girls, donning a sari!