Yato hastah tato drishṭih|
Yato drishṭih tato manah|
Yato manah tato bāvah|
Yato bāvah tato rasah|
"Where the hands go, the eyes follow;
Where the eyes go, the mind follows;
Where the mind is, there goes the expression;
Where the expression is, ther...
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Aakash and Chandni flinched, moving away from each other when a beam of light went past them. They looked at the moving spotlight in confusion before the light traced back and landed on Chandni.
"Come on up, I had to put on the search lights for you!" Diya spoke in mock-irritation and the searchlight switched off.
Chandni took a glance at Aakash. She gulped at the onslaught of feelings when he gave an uncertain smile and ushered her away hesitantly.
She then looked at Diya on the stage. This was Ashwin and Anjana's time. So, Chandni willed herself to go up on stage and started a slide show along with Diya wherein they had collected photos of Ashwin and Anjana.
They'd done it through relatives and through themselves and as the pictures passed by on the screen, either Chandni or Diya or both of them offered a comment.
"I think pimply, teen, Ashwin is my personal favourite." Diya commented only to hear a loud 'Oi' from the embarrassed but happy groom.
"That's the worst thing ever, please go faster. Who even gave this pic?" Chandni waved her hand rapidly when a picture of Anjana in her childhood carrying a potato sized, very-naked Chandni.
She now regretted giving the editing job to Diya.
"I love it!" Anjana shouted cheekily to which Chandni lifted her shoulder bewilderedly as if to say, 'what the fuck sis?'
"Yeesh Amma and Appa, next time use these things called cloths." That earned a howling laughter from the crowd.
"Yes! Yes! That's our own personal ballerina in the house ladies and gentlemen. Ashwin the Prima dona." A round of hoots went around when a picture of Ashwin in a tutu costume which he had worn for a dare came up.
"This one, from a very recent shopping, where Anjana had shown an impressive liking towards cloths that resembled sacs." A picture of Anjana frowning in an ugly brown cloth which actually did kind of look like a potato sac came up. The mirror behind Anjana showed half of Diya's face which was covered by the phone that was held to take the picture.
"That was your suggestion!" Anjana shouted.
"Tsk, tsk, nuances. You still tried it on though."
"And that," Chandni exclaimed when a picture of Ashwin came up, with his shirt torn badly and his hair adorned with a blob of what suspiciously looked like white and red slime, "We would like to take pride in claiming that this very artwork was by us."
Chandni swept her arms to brandish the picture, and a few whistles accompanied the laughter and hoots this time.
"And finally," Diya said, when the screen went blank but she and Chandni knew better than to consider it to be the end, "After days and hours of intense research..."
