Gautam ettan was my grandfather's brother's son. One might not think it's close, but we all bonded just like the sun and the moon, that met in an eternity, but was always there for each other. That was one cliche metaphor, but let's just go with it for now.
The wedding was a month away. It meant that everyone was running around doing all the little things for the big day to be big like ettan's ego. Being the groom doesn't spare him from my piercing insults . Haha.
Taking new clothes, jewellery, deciding the decorations, ordering flowers, finalising the menu, inviting people, it all required hardwork and most importantly, a graceful charm. That charm worked mind blowingly with the elder relatives as they came to our homes weeks ahead of the wedding. Socialising mode could not be switched off for the life of it, and people pleasing wasn't an option, but a job to do.
But above all, I was enjoying it. I loved it.
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RomanceA big fat South Indian HINDU wedding in the family calls for all the extended, distant, near and beloveds to get together. An Indian wedding with no drama? Hell would rather freeze over. Read to find out.
