Actually, when the marriage was happening on the mandap, some secret thing was going in there with Hrishi. Hrishi, who was very popular among the girls for his good looks and legthy talks, was wearing a coat-paint in the marriage, and had a spike cut hair. When we entered the marriage initially, he got caught by Krish's sister who was studying with us. So, she took him inside, and since I don't know any one of them, so I also followed them. She went up and let us meet some of his friends, and some relatives. It was the first time we'd met Krish's mother. She was really kind, gentle and a real caring mother. We also met the bride, and kept our gift there.
But we didn't know that while meeting theit friends and relatives, an eye was following us. Wherever we went, those eyes haunted us. And during the mandap ceremony, she came near us and sat beside us. Luckily for me, it was not my side. She was sitting Hrishi's side, otherwise I had to face real trouble in the marriage. She started talking to us, telling "i don't like marriages, do you?". To which his neighbour responded," i like marriages very much." She had conversation with us with a little gap in between. But the real thing which she wanted was Hrishi's number, which he didn't give her. And we took a move from there. But she still continued to follow him through out the marriage. Always seeing him from some distance, as we'd chosen to sit just near Krish's family. But it became a matter of conversation, and a thought to cheer about for us.
After sometime, he gave her the green signal to talk. I don't know why? But this green signal put him in real trouble. She came near us again, little away from us. But she continued in the chatting process in which we're involved. We're just speaking "o-o-o" whenever she speaks. But surely she had fell apart badly on Hrishi, who already was in conversation with another girl, but he was a fun-loving guy, so he used that moment for his fun.
Another important thing in the marriage was the abuses which the women threw on the grooms, and his parent. We're laughing too badly at it. As it was a very good custom, to abuse grooms family.
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