On the day of a colleague's marriage (part-7)

Marriage is an auspicious occasion where we can encounter diverse people all in the same vibes. The smoky air was filled with wafting aroma of the freshly knit garlands, incense sticks and ripe bananas. The cheerful children were running helter skelter in sheer fun. The chairs in the hall were overturned slacklessly, sporting the carefree mood of the people there. They were waiting for the photoshoot while chattering blaringly.

Amidst those chilling people, I spotted our colleagues occupying the penultimate row in the most disciplined way possible. Raksha's mom was surrounded by three of our junior colleagues and her daughter.  Raksha was in stunning maroon frock with her blonde hair pulled right into a tight ponytail. The necklace was dazzling amidst the colourfully dressed pretty women and a couple of murkily dressed men😉. Despite the stunning look, something was missing. We walked past the scantily populated rows to reach them. My mama accompanied us all the way, introducing me to the random people who were presumably our distant relatives. 

When we reached Raksha, she came to us all laughing gleefully. Her mom gestured me to come. It seemed that she wanted to share a highly confidential matter. So I went straight to her. 

"All are elders here. Nobody to keep me company. When will this Shyni and her sister come?...", went on Raksha sulkily. Kani bro and those junior colleagues started to distract her with their talks and thereby kept her engaged. 

After some time, we were called to the stage for a snap but..

(To be continued...)