Weddings in Vellore
One of my staff members came into my office.
“My only nephew is getting married. He is an MBA. The wedding is in Vellore.”
He produced an ornate and obviously expensive wedding invitation. It was discernibly going to be a grand no holds barred affair.
The venue was grandly decorated with lights, a live band, singers and even a “Tollywood dancer”, who gyrated obscenely in front of the married couple.
The queue to greet the couple was very long.
My employee spotted me and took me up on the stage from the wrong side. I received some glares but I was happy that I did not have to wait for ages in uncomfortable high heels. He led me to the buffet( another long queue), told me to wait, went to the back and produced a plate with chicken biryani and fried chicken . I held the plate in my hand and turned to speak to the employee’s grandson.
Suddenly he said, ”Aunty she is eating your chicken. “
I turned and saw a well-dressed bejeweled lady standing next to me. She was busy picking fried chicken pieces off my plate and eating them.
“What are you doing? Why are you eating my food?”
“I am hungry ,” she replied the queue is long and I just can’t wait. The food looks too delicious!”
Unbelievably, she grabbed the rest of my chicken and stuffed it into her mouth.
Only in Vellore? Or only me?
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