We’ve all been there, sitting at a wedding because our parents told us we had to be there. You sit there for hours, constantly looking at the watch and wondering when this punishment will be over.
Your mind can’t help but wonder…
1. Whose wedding is this?
2. How does my family know them?
3. Is it the girl’s side or the guys side? Or is it both?
4. Why did my parents make me come here?
5. Is it time to leave yet
6. Why are the uncles checking out aunties and bachis? Besharam.









