Of wedding and and all that follows (or precedes)

My grandmother has a sister. In fact she has many sisters and brother but most of them are dead, and this story revolves around only my grandma and her sister. At some point of time in their lives they fell out with each other. Not out of a window or anything but in the manner that they stopped talking to each other. I would like to say that no one knows why and make this a mystery but unfortunately my life isn't that exciting. Everyone know why but I won't mention it here because its irrelevant (and maybe also because I don't know...).

So for a long time they didn't speak to each other. My dad and his sibling were in touch with that lady's (who happens to be my grand aunt, now that I think of it.) daughters, but just barely. Yes, I realised I've used a lot of buts till now,but I think... I don't know, I can't justify using buts.

Any who slowly both families started becoming cordial again, almost friendly, but the two oldies were still aloof around each other. God, even aloof is an understatement.

Now what happens is that the lady's daughter who lives in Canada falls in love. The bad kind where they want to get married. So she and her to be hubby fly into India to get married. 

The wedding invite (and a delicious basket of brownies, baked by the to be married's sister) are hand delivered home, so we are expected to go.

They had a Sangeet the day before the big day (d day) which I expertly avoided because of my cunningness but I have to go to the wedding. Anyway just a few minutes ago I realised the wedding is today and we have to leave in 30 minutes. So I run to my aunts house because I don't keep too many 'shaadi' clothes and ask her for something to wear. And that's when I notice my grandma lying down on her swing, with her eyes shut. No she wasn't dead, you sadist. She was just getting her face pressed by an oriental woman.

So I stood hovering over her head like satan hoping she would open her eyes and get the shock of her life. But unfortunately she didn't.

My aunt was passing by and mouthed "competition" and grinned. Ahhhh I thought to myself. See, the thing is my grand mom is very beautiful. As a Hindi saying goes (in English) you won't believe we are radishes from the same field. So anyway the thing is she doesn't need a lady applying Chapstick to her lips before lipstick and she doesn't need her face  pressed, so why was she getting it done? To show her younger sister she is still more beautiful. Which I think is quite justifiable because they are both beautiful, or were. Don't tell them I said that. Or tell any of my relatives I said anything.

So the point here is that if you ever have a fall out with your sister, get fancy oriental lady to press your face and then go for her daughters wedding (your sisters daughters, not fancy oriental lady's), to win a beauty contest.

And to believe I wasted 30 mins writing this stupid shit, wrapped in a towel instead of getting ready BUT trust me it was worth it.