Truth of Ambani Wedding

As kids, a friend and I were stretching time by browsing at a stationery shop, testing the grip of the latest Inoxcrom, when I asked her how rich she wanted to be when she grew up. A dirty question. We were in Dubai, where the heat would build so intensely that the only place to go was malls, those cauldrons of unfulfilled desire, cool and as aspirational as impossible.