one flew over a butterfly's nest...

...to unravel a thousand unused rakhis after a poor raksha bandhan sale and be reborn as karisma's dress.

k.k: holla, wait up a sec. that is not...ok, fine, maybe it is what you're saying it is.

a.a.: huh? butterflies? on my dress?

the jury is still out on who is looking more cuckoo.

k.k.: me, me, pick me!