If it's blue it has to be Hrit.. he's a boy you see. This colour distinction got so bad at one point that he would refuse to eat Strawberry Icecream because.. yes you've guessed it... because it's pink. What's worse I got so caught up in the whole pink-blue thing that once The Husband used my towel inadvertantly. And my annoyed rejoinder was "How could you think it was yours? It's pink."
This picture was taken before a pre-wedding dandiya dance night. He'd bought the hat and glares just that day and wouldn't part with them. And so we ended up with this traditional-modern Raju-ban-gaya-gentleman look.