‘So ladies, am I or am I not?’, ‘Huh?’ {everyone echoed } we were all too busy ahhing and ooohhhing at the wedding dress Shiko wore. Many minutes ago, Shiko had walked into the room sending all of us into awed gasps! It was marvelous. I promise you, that was marvelous solidified, or rather fabricified.  She, was brilliant! She looked every bit and part of  magnificent. All of radiant, shimmery, regal and a tad bit almost celestial in her off shouldered wedding dress. As we all scampered about her, marveling at the sheer magical aura that seemed to be revolving around her, ahhing and ohhing at how sheer the lace was, how very silky the material was, at the seemingly delicate embroidery around her bodice that threatened to come apart at mere touch, we failed to notice how deep in thought she was, until she shuddered and bum! We noticed! We all came to attention, now focusing not on her dress but on her. Her face. How taught and wistful her normally lively face had gone, we all tensed and stilled, fearing the very worst. ‘What is the matter love?’ Someone asked, and to our utter amusement, she said, in a woeful voice that berated us for not listening keenly to her worries, ‘I can’t decide if am superstitious or not.’ {in our defense however, we couldn’t help but get carried away by the absolute beauty of her dress, it deserved center stage and commanded utter and complete attention, putting everything else in the immediate background}. Anyway, that aside, for a moment, as the now almost tangible silence reigned, we waited for her to go on to the real problem, all of us fixing intense gazes upon her, lest she feel outshined by the dress again, and after a few tense seconds, she explained herself. You see, she feared her husband to be’s parents might not approve of the dress and wanted to have the groom take a peak at it, or rather her in it just incase she needed to make changes before it was too late. The wedding was in five days and the dress she had helped design had just arrived, and you could have touched the absolute relief that washed over all of us when we realized how absolutely negligible such a concern was. To most of us, the worst had already come to pass, all the arguments about the theme, the date, the venue, the invites, the menu, the priest, guest speakers, even the honeymoon had already been taken care of. Yet, concerns still prevailed. Its like the connotation, wealth begets wealth had escalated to choices beget more choices. And then it hit me! The Anonymity of  our Choices!