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I’d be lying if I said I don’t dream of being one of the “Rich Kids of Beverly Hills”, carrying a Birkin as a gym bag, scooping up Chanel like candy, and of course, never ever having chipped nails.

Outside my day dreams, I do at-home manicures (often not so much) and my nails chip in exactly 24 hours. So I am not a big fan of nail polish and I have never fancied any shade of nail color in my life.

That is until I discovered OPI’s Bogota Blackberry during one of my annual in-salon manicures. Now I am obsessed with this retro color that reminds me of Femina in the late 80’s, my mother’s feet and Madhuri Dikshit in a yellow backless choli that was the beginning of all our of our sexual awakening.