Read the story so far here and here.
Maybe emerged isn’t the right adjective. It rushed out, stick in hand, to investigate who was molesting the fair maiden of the unintelligible sounds. Unfortunately, said fair maiden had started in alarm and had taken off to the street corner, staggering about in exaggerated hysteria (stomach-churning must follow a proposal, never precede it) and emanating guttural sounds. The gallant erstwhile ring-bearing knight chased her down the street in a bid to keep her fat hand now that he had won it, and neatly in queue for the Puducherry version of the Amazing Race was The Night Watchman of the Blue Door.
They stopped where the streets intersected: him, her and the watchman. Three dwarves named Puzzled, Hysterical and Suspicious respectively; all of them playing their parts, none making the first move. Until she, with her newly-minted pebble, felt incumbent to explain. We’re engaged, she cried out to Dwarf S—look! And the dazzling light from her circle of love had him scuttling back into the nether regions of his blue-doored world, stout stick lowered and the scent of resignation in the air.
With monsters and the world successfully fended off, they turned back to each other, Dwarves P and H, now magically re-transformed into Boy and girl. And so it came to be, that on the corner where the Avenue Dumas and the Rue Du Bazaar Saint Laurent meet in the quaint French Quarter, they shared their first affianced kiss under a night sky that was finally, delightfully bright.
~The End~
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Awwwwww! Such a sweet story. Did she ever manage to barf????
I was thinking the same thing? Did the night turn out better with the stomach churning( because of food or being newly engaged) or did it get worse.
See am commenting 🙂
Ah this was sweet ….now who will play you in the film version?
P. S: as a PSA could you let us know which restaurant was this?
Awww… inducing story and am also wondering about the barfing ( see what people end up concentrating on 🙂 )
And yes, it was worth the wait and no, you may not keep writing stories in parts 🙂
I’ve been so curious about your love story. I demand more of such blog posts.
Awww..
lovely…i am tempted to read this one to my kids. thanks for churning out the last part in a timely manner. I was getting impatient:-)
Awwww sweeeeeeet. 🙂
Loved reading the proposal in three parts. You write so evocatively, I felt like I was there. Write more often!
🙂 ha ha. I remember this. He is a good man. And you’re a good woman – barfing and all. And that ring is a pretty ring
This is so sweet!!!
dipali: No, she just lay on the bed and groaned, in-between blinking at her shiny new toy.
sraikh: I should institute an award for you. 😉 Hooray!
Aneela: How can you be so sure this is my story? Check the link. It takes you to the restaurant, picture and all.
M….: Bah! A girl’s gotta slog for her supper in these parts. I can’t be sitting around all day, entertaining you lot. 😛
Broom: Our love story, Broomie, now that demands a tome. Piddly posts wouldn’t cut it.
Revathy: How are you, girl?
sukanya: Aiyyo, not for kids, it’s got kissing and all!
alice: Thanks, Alice.
Rohini: Thank you kindly. Now please refer to comment directed at M…. above.
The Mad Momma: 🙂
kidsstoppress: Yeah, we’re kinda sugary that way.
OJ! Been great. Joining French lessons from next week. Excitement.:)
Nice, especially the part about the 3 dwarfs.Maybe I should tell this to Nisha.She’ll be tickled pink. But the End???We need more .
Revathy: Oh tres bien! Let me know how it goes. 🙂
rajni: Greedy, greedy! 😛
At last the story has ended
As usual, superbly blended
With midgets and mush
And the night’s bright hush
Now deep-hearted blessings from me are rended!
Aunty G: Thank you, Aunty G. We gratefully accept them. ((hugs))