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I reached home for my elder brother’s wedding. Shimmering lights, flowers and too many smiling/laughing colorful people. As always, I was treated like a celebrity(I cannot visit home often, due to job :(). Went to bro. Both of us said same words in a go - ‘Oye, oyye.. party’ with a heavily patted hug. Shopping time, we both chose to buy a red sherwani wearing in which we would look like magicians ;) There comes the confusing part, random people taking out my aarti quoting that it is for my safety. I asked mother, what is that? Answered - this is for my safety as I live alone and away. Fun and good time eating sweets and variety of dishes started. Here comes the day of marriage. I am scratching my head seeing an old ‘khataara’ jeep decorated with banana leaves and roses, as the carriage for groom. Wack, wack.. what a whacko decoration !! We are asked to dress-up for the event. Dressed-up, multiple sweets are inserted in mouth. Suddenly some lady’s voice who is standing behind me