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Weddings Day

Dear Diary,

Today is a Wednesday. Wednesday is for weddings. WEDnesday. I didn’t know what ‘nes’ is. But when I had said the word over and over again, I understood it. It’s actually Weddings Day but because the big people are always in a hurry, they started calling it Wednesday. Earlier when I used to wish my mother ‘Gumorning’, she corrected me saying that it is ‘Good Morning’. When I asked why everybody else said ‘Gumorning’, she said that because they were in a hurry. When I asked her why they were in a hurry when the entire day was left, she said that she was busy and asked me to go and play. So that’s how I know Wednesday is Weddings Day.

When two people decide to stay with each other forever, there is a wedding. My parents had a wedding long ago. It was even before I was born. There is a picture of my parents’ wedding in their room and my mother is wearing red so I asked my mother to dress me in red today. I had decided to go around the house and celebrate weddings. 

The wedding adventure started from the puja room because my mother says that we should pray before starting anything. The tika and the rice were lying in the thali. They get wed on festivals like Diwali when they are put together on everybody’s forehead. The tika is already red and the rice gets red when it meets the tika. My father rings the bell, my mother sings the prayers and in the end, sweets are distributed. But tika and rice were not getting wed today. Today wasn’t a festival but it was a Wednesday. So I took the tika and placed it on my forehead and put the rice on top. I pressed them hard so that they stick to each other. Then all the Gods and I wished them a Happy Wedding. 

With the newly wed tika-rice, I went forth with my adventure. I went to my room which was bright because of the sunlight coming in through the windows. The curtains had been drawn. The curtains get married every night. But today is weddings day so I went to draw back the curtains but the sunlight came on my face. It told me that because today is weddings day, it was getting wed to my room. If I drew the curtains back, it would be dark inside the room. I looked around at the room. It was a bright wedding. I hopped around where the sunlight touched the room, to celebrate their wedding. Then I took off my slippers to jump on the bed. 

That is when I realised that my slippers like to stay together, so probably they should also have a wedding. I tried to fit the slippers inside each other but they didn’t fit. I tried all possible ways. I asked the slippers why they weren’t getting married. They said that they stay by each other’s side only. They even keep a distance when I have to walk. I realised that mother and father are like slippers too. They stay by each other’s side but keep enough distance on the bed to fit me in. They have had a wedding, so that meant that the slippers were also married. I learnt a new thing about weddings on weddings day. After the wedding, the two people don’t necessarily have to be right next to each other. They can have a distance and still stay by each other’s side. That way the curtains did not have to be drawn back for them to be wed. 

Goodnight!
See you tomorrow.

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