In our neighborhood, Pinky’s wedding became the grandest event of the year. Her father went around telling everyone, “I’ll host such a wedding that people will be left speechless.” And to be fair, he spared no effort in putting on a spectacular show.
Even before the wedding day, the house was decorated with so many lights that the electricity department practically needed prior notice. Every evening, children from the lane gathered outside as if a fair were about to open. Pinky’s mother proudly displayed her jewelry to every visitor, smiling and saying, “Why ask for proof when the bangles are right here on my wrists!”
On the day of the procession, the scene was even more entertaining. The band played so energetically that even the horse seemed to nod in rhythm. The groom, hidden behind his floral veil, looked as serious as if he were about to sit for a board exam. Meanwhile, Pinky sat on the stage smiling gracefully while her friends kept clicking photos nonstop—ensuring social media would not miss a single angle.
The food pavilion was a feast beyond imagination. From street-style chaat to pasta, and an entire army of desserts, there were at least fifty varieties. Guests wandered around with loaded plates, constantly asking, “Did I miss anything?” Pinky’s father beamed with pride, repeating, “See for yourselves—no proof needed when everything is on display!”
The real twist came when the photographer grabbed the microphone and jokingly announced, “Anyone coming to the stage must first show their gift envelope!” A few guests suddenly looked slightly uneasy.
At the farewell ceremony, emotions ran high and eyes grew moist. But Pinky’s younger brother quietly whispered, “Dad, soon even the loan will be visible—no need for proof then.” The family struggled to suppress their laughter.
The wedding was magnificent, the arrangements flawless, and the display of grandeur impossible to ignore. For months afterward, the neighborhood kept talking about it. Truly, it was the kind of celebration where nothing needed explanation—the proof was right there for everyone to see.