From sunrise to sunset : "Rukawat ke liye khayd hai"

My sister's wedding was a  event that was mesmerizing in the way that it involved so many different people in wildly varying lifestyles coming together. I guess you've heard that from here before, because that's the story of every cross-cultural marriage, and we've had many in our family! Everytime I sit down to write something down on the topic, I decide that I will not do justice to the magnitude of the event right then and put it off for next time. I am going to do the same today too but I am tempted to give you the bare outlines. 

A love story sparked off in the elevator of a building in Ahmedabad (If Orkut is to be believed), then a lover pining by the sea near Dwarka while his counterpart did her bit of pining on the shores of Bombay. A full disclosure to both the families resulting in a scheduled end to this torture on the 27th of April. The two halves of this story take place in two very different locations, one the picturesque seaside town of Mithapur and the other the chaotic hustle bustle of Kolkata. The lead characters in this story traverse the width of India as if it were Andheri to Dadar and amongst them is probably the most well traveled dog in India. Our dog went through the 1700 km of India's width thrice within a week with incredible behaviour worthy of a human. Only one bark from her inside the train in her 3 journeys. 

The real problem is that with time comes better perspective of what really happened but it also leads to the little details slipping out of the mind. I may just to make them up for myself. So don't be surprised if the accounts of my sister's marriage to follow read like fiction. But then as everyone knows, truth is stranger than fiction so I shouldn't really have to put too much effort. In the meantime, "Rukawat ke liye khayd hai!"