Yours, truly - Part 1

It couldn't get any more gala, this wedding in all its richness and grandeur. Not an influential family, but an average Indian household which sure has redefined the word average. What could have been as simple flower décor was turned into an orchard to get lost in, thanks to the event management company. The entrance had a complex mélange of orchids and edelweiss from nowhere and no connection. Guests would stop to take pictures of themselves and not let others storm in to the actual photo ops intentionally set up. Still indeed talking about the wedding, the photo ops ranged from larger than life size cut outs of the lead couple to take pictures with, just in case the attendees don't make it to the front of the reception line, to a garland overdosed bicycle which has the iconic front seat to sit down your girl and pose with. How romantic, if only there weren't the hundred odd onlookers waiting for their turn to take a pic with their better halves!

And these onlookers and the others around other photo ops, including those serving as the aides for the lead couple, for some odd reason seem to have failed getting a part in the same TV show! All would say they were dressed up for the occasion, they rehearsed for the rituals, they are here to enjoy. But not everyone was, neither can everyone be. With a good mix of jealous that she got him and he got her to a handful of this could have been done better, the mix was mind-blowingly human! Yet, the smiles were on, the moves on the floor for impeccable and the glam undeniable.

Somewhere between all the hustle and rustle there was this guy who made it through the ornamental entrance, having one of his own! He had to be the tall and handsome one giving an entry and he was. Tall, yes. Handsome, maybe an understatement and might needs some redefinition. With a smile that pretty much made the giggling glittering outfit girls turn around, he waved to kin and kith, who instantly borrowed his smile in exchange of hugs. There were some sighs when those broad shoulders hugged the loved ones - from little kids to grandmas alike. He was fast, he was all over and he stole the show, talking his way to glory. It took the others some getting used to him being all around and all sound.

He was still trying to waddle his way to the groom, a best man eventually had to! Almost near the podium and when he stumbled on a step he noticed her. He couldn’t stop staring not because the bells rang, not because she was the most beautiful and not because she was the only one normally dressed or under dressed in this context - if a plain solid outfit with just earrings for accessorizing made it to a wedding! But because he was simply intrigued, maybe by her being simple, maybe by her not looking around, maybe by her just helping the bride without a smile, maybe just by her being herself. He changed his path towards her, the flirt he was, but was interrupted by the most distant cousin he had ever met and the groom who needed him up there that instant and by the grandma he missed getting blessings from and by pretty much everyone else around him.