It was a heart-rending night for the married couple. For everyone, really. Just FYI it's the status problem. The guy is rich. The girl is poor. And the man's parents felt despicable and a little humiliated, so they objected the event. These couple had been in love since young- since they were both 16, so the guy thought the decision he is making is the best for everyone. It was a great wedding. The food- gosh! It's Arabic cuisine! It was my first time having those meals and it was splendid great. The spices and flavours just blend together for a terrific dinner! Even the desserts- the blueberry tarts went well with the Arabic tea. At that moment I didn't really care about gaining weight or looking like a troll that just went on and stuffed in food in her full mouth. It was just something you want to eat more, and I was glad that the aromatic tea was not Turkish coffee. Have you tried one? Don't. You. Ever.
Real pretty flowers decorated the hall room- it made a garden theme wedding. What more could you ask?
Fraternal and friends, family and acquaintances, it was a great getting together ceremony. There's a karaoke session in the end, which Dad took part in and at least, he enjoyed it. There were us, three sisters wearing sparkled Punjabi Suit, stealing every eye in the room. I was anxious, with tons of homework piling in my mind- not one touched. So I took my Physics with me, glad that at last, I 'touched' it- and was shot to death that a picture of me scanning the questions were snapped by my uncle- photographer of the night.
My youngest and the most naughtiest one is not in the pic:) |
There he is! |