It was colder and foggier than usual at Venice's Piazza San Marco. Yet Azmi insisted we circle the piazza thrice. “Are we done?” I said, only to find that he had gone down on one knee and offered me a ring. He asked, “Will you marry me?” I said “yes” to the applause of bystanders who had witnessed my unromantic boyfriend do a romantic deed.
- PublishedFeb 12, 2014, 5:07 pm SGT