The thing about Punjabi weddings

As I open the door, I see the mailman impatiently tapping his foot giving me the ‘what-took-you-so-long’ look. “bolo bhaiya” I say, he hands me a large lavish basket and signals me to sign across my name. After he left, I walked over to my bed and opened the delicately packaged basket, it had an invitation accompanied with a champagne bottle and assorted chocolates. The card simply read ‘Prerna weds Arjun’, it was finally upon us, it was our drama queen’s wedding day.