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He saw his friends sitting in the front row with thumbs-up sign. He wanted to show his middle finger back. He saw his parents smiling at him. They had a sense of satisfaction especially his dad. It was smile that says, "Join the gang". He turned around to look at Mrs. Sudha Arjun. She looked at him and smiled. Sweet smile. It could also be a smile that said "Gotcha". Now can the groom kiss the bride? Everyone was smiling. Like a major task has been completed. He didn’t wanna miss anyone’s expressions. All his male-friends were laughing. They were sharing some joke. Maybe the jokes are on me, he thought.
"Can we have some water?” he asked some helper assuming that she'll need it too. She nudged and said, "I was about to ask". Odd those were the first words that we spoke as hubbie and wife. They brought two bottles of juice. Anything will do for thirst. He looked at his wife and said "Cheers". She smiled and 'Clink'. "Cheers" she said.
He saw too kinds of people in the crowd, the one that was rushing towards them and the one that was rushing towards the dining hall. Hungry Morons, he thought. There was an enormous queue at both places, which is when he wondered. "Appa, what’s the crowd?” He was making circles with his finger in the air to complete the statement as 'what' meant 'how much' in this context. His dad asked someone else and that someone else turned someone else underscore 2 and made arjun wonder if his question will come back to him. Surprisingly his dad bent down and said, as though it was a secret plot to exterminate the whole crowd, "1400". Fuckin' shit. 1400 people out of which a half is forming a queue which meant he's not gonna have his lunch for the next 2 to 3 hours. His wife nudged him. Sorry 'they' are not going to have 'their' lunch, he corrected. Did she know that? Has she already started to read my mind? God I'm losing my mind. She had nudged to introduce a baldy. Nice head he wanted to say.
"My uncle" she said sweetly. "Maternal or Paternal?" he asked as if he cared. "Mom's brother" came the reply. The baldy uncle, he had decided to call him that way, was carrying a huge box wrapped up in pink gift paper. He turned left and right not knowing what to do. Place it here lord. He reached out his hands. Baldy smiled and moved his chin towards Sudha. He wanted both of us to receive it. We fulfilled his request. The fucking thing was heavy. Maybe it was a week's grocery, he thought.
Soon everyone flocked and looked at us like zoo animals. There were two video cameras, one from his side and the other from Sudha's. The focus light was blinding. Whenever they switched it off he will put up a 32 point smile because he wasn't able to see the people standing in front of him. They kept coming. The people whom he knew made stale jokes and "All the bests" and "Congrats". Arjun maintained a steady fake smile and realized that his wife had a genuine smile for these people as they came with boxes wrapped in ridiculously-colored gift papers and small yellow colored envelopes that had money in it. The girl was enjoying this. People he didn't know were ok. They had an equally stupid smile. Pinch, Pinch. By the end of the exhausting 2 hours they just fell like a lump of potatoes. He was no longer hungry and there were 116 bald men that he shook his hands with.
He saw his friends sitting in the front row with thumbs-up sign. He wanted to show his middle finger back. He saw his parents smiling at him. They had a sense of satisfaction especially his dad. It was smile that says, "Join the gang". He turned around to look at Mrs. Sudha Arjun. She looked at him and smiled. Sweet smile. It could also be a smile that said "Gotcha". Now can the groom kiss the bride? Everyone was smiling. Like a major task has been completed. He didn’t wanna miss anyone’s expressions. All his male-friends were laughing. They were sharing some joke. Maybe the jokes are on me, he thought.
"Can we have some water?” he asked some helper assuming that she'll need it too. She nudged and said, "I was about to ask". Odd those were the first words that we spoke as hubbie and wife. They brought two bottles of juice. Anything will do for thirst. He looked at his wife and said "Cheers". She smiled and 'Clink'. "Cheers" she said.
He saw too kinds of people in the crowd, the one that was rushing towards them and the one that was rushing towards the dining hall. Hungry Morons, he thought. There was an enormous queue at both places, which is when he wondered. "Appa, what’s the crowd?” He was making circles with his finger in the air to complete the statement as 'what' meant 'how much' in this context. His dad asked someone else and that someone else turned someone else underscore 2 and made arjun wonder if his question will come back to him. Surprisingly his dad bent down and said, as though it was a secret plot to exterminate the whole crowd, "1400". Fuckin' shit. 1400 people out of which a half is forming a queue which meant he's not gonna have his lunch for the next 2 to 3 hours. His wife nudged him. Sorry 'they' are not going to have 'their' lunch, he corrected. Did she know that? Has she already started to read my mind? God I'm losing my mind. She had nudged to introduce a baldy. Nice head he wanted to say.
"My uncle" she said sweetly. "Maternal or Paternal?" he asked as if he cared. "Mom's brother" came the reply. The baldy uncle, he had decided to call him that way, was carrying a huge box wrapped up in pink gift paper. He turned left and right not knowing what to do. Place it here lord. He reached out his hands. Baldy smiled and moved his chin towards Sudha. He wanted both of us to receive it. We fulfilled his request. The fucking thing was heavy. Maybe it was a week's grocery, he thought.
Soon everyone flocked and looked at us like zoo animals. There were two video cameras, one from his side and the other from Sudha's. The focus light was blinding. Whenever they switched it off he will put up a 32 point smile because he wasn't able to see the people standing in front of him. They kept coming. The people whom he knew made stale jokes and "All the bests" and "Congrats". Arjun maintained a steady fake smile and realized that his wife had a genuine smile for these people as they came with boxes wrapped in ridiculously-colored gift papers and small yellow colored envelopes that had money in it. The girl was enjoying this. People he didn't know were ok. They had an equally stupid smile. Pinch, Pinch. By the end of the exhausting 2 hours they just fell like a lump of potatoes. He was no longer hungry and there were 116 bald men that he shook his hands with.
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