​Furtive eyes dart towards the gate to see familiar faces, anytime the groom can arrive as he lived far away.The Mouth-watering dishes were laid out and the house was decorated with scented flowers.Mother was waiting for her son, making laddoos for his wedding.

The relatives were chatting about the dresses for the groom.There were dozens of wedding outfits with relatives choosing one for the groom according to his complexion and choice. There were hours of brain storming for the herculean task and then perfect attire was chosen.

Houseflies were flying around the henna bubbling in water.Young boys were hooting and dancing on the beats of punjabi songs.

As they heard the footsteps coming closer,they grew excited and assembled near the entrance to welcome him.

Finally, the groom arrived but now the work done by relatives was futile as he wore a permanent dress- tricolor flag with wreath .

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