The wedding season descends like winter fog, obliterating everything that’s hitherto been in our line of vision. Auntyji, head priest, gossip-in-chief, sabziwala... And if you don’t oblige, you’re reminded with a wink...You know, your clock’s ticking. Even so-and-so’s daughter, who has teeth like stalactites and isn’t sitting on half your degrees, has found a man. You’re not growing any younger, you know. Till that inevitable day when you’re swallowing your third gulab jamun at someone’s niece’s wedding and Auntyji enquires solicitously, “She’s how old and not yet married?

Source: The Hindu November 17, 2017 08:48 UTC