Wedding Memories of India
The wedding was allegedly quite, romantic, ritualistic like some other Indian wedding in its true nature. You see, we were not born this time! LOL! The only evidence of the celestial “merging” of 2 individuals as well as their families and their civilizations for us is just one black and white picture. Obviously, my beloved mum defended it along with her life and valued it jealously at a household wedding photograph album. We, the naughty and unkind siblings depended upon it one hot summer day. It was no treasure search. It had been easy boredom which led us to start an extremely old, filthy brown record that appeared quite lost in a shelf filled with books. After making fun of our youth pics, we landed with this evidence of my mother and dad’s marriage. All three people had three diverse opinions about what exactly were the things which were covering our parents’ faces. You see, the only way we understood it was my mother and daddy was purely due to this Amitabh and...