There is something about getting married on Sunday, that results in filled up marriage halls. It would be empty and then the people will start filling in, a sample of the universe outside….of all ages.
It would be hard to imagine or guess, as to what all those multitude of conversations going on would be about…but people would talk and talk. If one took close enough notice, without talking that is, one could hear things…..
“Look at her, wearing the same sari, I saw her wearing in that X’s marriage that I attended..”
“Look at her jewellery..pretty..” with eyes getting wider..
And particularly, in the so called “Love” marriages, people would have lots of material for talking…
“Now whos ritual will they follow?”, some would say and then giggle..
“Thank God, My daughter didn’t do that..”, some would say with a sudden sense of pride….
“Look at the stick the groom is holding, we don’t have that in our marrriages..”, some would point…
And those who hurry to the dining hall. would comment on the food.….
“This is not our style food…”
Some of the older ones would pick up little quarrels with the man serving the food,
“How can you serve rasam before sambhar?”
They would never understand that some cultures are different..
But unmindful of all this, two happy souls will smile…………….It is their wedding after all!