Destiny's Child

Life is full of serendipity.

We were on the first stop of a half-day city tour that I almost didn't join, wanting to grab some zzzs in bed the whole morning instead. But not wanting to be a killjoy, I resigned myself to a half-day of boredom and presently found myself strolling through a quaint bazaar in Little India. Deepavali, the Festival of Lights, was just around the corner, and the quarter was being kitted up for the religious holiday.

My initial disinterested mood took a turn for the better, as it was relaxing and pleasant to just take in the colorful sights and sounds after the previous day's hectic schedule. Tantric mantras and Hindi prayer chants wafted through the air, as the scent of joss sticks filled my head with idle thoughts of karma , destiny, and fate.

We marveled at these fabulous trinkets:

These beautiful items:

And these fascinating objects:

Until we chanced upon this lovely icon:

Was it just a girl?

There was no doubt .

It was GWENFrickinSTEFANI, whose concert
set we had walked out on just the night before!!!

Never let it be said that this rudeboy doesn't know how to seize an opportunity. Throwing away all notions of hiya out the window, we basically jumped Stefani and bullied her into posing for pics, as the clueless Indian vendors stood up and wondered what this sudden disturbance in the cosmos was all about.

Mrs. Rossdale was pleasantly sweet about it, no uppity star snubs, and gamely posed with us before she begged off, saying "Thank you! I don't have much time, I have to do some shopping. Thank you!"

I got to stand right beside Gwen Stefani! I even touched the small of her back as we posed - I should never wash my right hand ever again! And best of all, I had my picture taken with one of my generation's biggest pop stars!







And no, I'm not going to show it to you.






Don't doubt.






Jelliz ha8ers. >: p