Indian wedding – Expanding The Horizons

Guys, there’s no easy way to say this, but I have been quite married since last one year. Family, Friends and anyone awake has been wishing us since last night. It has been quite a journey.

We traveled a lot during this year, attended uncountable functions and weddings and events, watched horrible movies, witnessed other close people biting the dust, ate uncountable Momos and Nachos, gained weight, cringed about TikTok and faught only like a bazillion times.

So, after one year of being married, all I can say is that sometimes you wake up next to a steaming cup of tea and sometimes to an empty bed space because she couldn’t bear your snoring. And one thing that I can say for sure is that we, read I/me, haven’t matured a bit. We are still figuring out this puzzle called Marriage.

Do I see anything special about this day you ask? Maybe. I’ll have to ask the missus.

Thanks for the wishes, NEFT some of it.

See ya.

Guess the biggest craze of Indians when there is no festival to celebrate or no
death to mourn, no train to catch or no schedule to follow. I may have to take
that last bit of scheduling, out from the context because this “craze” demands
scheduling. Each and every microscopic detail has to be discussed, decided
and then thrown out of the window as soon as Sukhbir‟s „Ohoho‟ starts
playing.
This is the story of not one but four weddings. Four weddings that churned
out whatever emotion my subject had in him. But before I start explaining
what random deuce this person has taken on sanity you must know who am I and why I want to narrate this story to you?
I’m one among the thousands of narrator appointed by the almighty who tells their human about the things that they should do or not do. Many believers also see me as their guardian angel but I’m no guardian nor am I any angel, I’m just a narrator who yells, what the fuck Steve, you should’ve worn clothes before drinking boiling soup.”
But no one listened to me for a long time because to listen to me you need a
special frequency and the last person to achieve this frequency was some
short guy from Germany with a funny moustache. There must be some
terrible fault in this frequency because he did exactly opposite of things I
asked specifically to avoid.
There was a court hearing about this blunder in heaven and I was expelled
from there. I appealed but appalled almighty threw me on this funny looking planet for eternity and don’t ask about that short guy because last time I heard he was to be fried in hot oil for hundred years before he could be thrown into other cells of hell.
And now suddenly while roaming on this planet one day I stumbled upon this
guy, who was roaring drunk then, he shared his cigarette with me and I realized, may be in years this is the time, I could play guardian angel to an
asshole and return to my wonderful home.

More to follow soon…!!!

Expanding The Horizons

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Being Married

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