Congratulations.
There is something destructive about weddings. It's an entire drama play. Where there is a stage, there are characters, siblings - beautiful siblings dressed in shades of green and on other days in coral red; there is synchronised dancing. There is a barbie and she sits on the sofa with her ken, underneath the yellow flowered setting. There is clamour and clatter, there are some more people under the facade of exotic variety of eye shadows and lip glosses. There is something utterly decimating about them. If you look closely, beneath that make up, there are emotions. Indeed, hidden so well under the gaudy lighting. You might see and feel the muffled sadness. To bid farewell to your sister, almost mother, is ridiculously desiccating. I saw, what I didn't want to see, the separation in the Coral lachrymose Beauty's eyes; inadvertently witnessed it in one of the parent's eyes, while taking a photograph. If I had to stand even a second longer to take the right picture, the...