This is a tale regarding my indigenous place and individuals that are unusual in a magic-realism sort of means. I will start with an incident/accident; I am not quite sure what to call. Weddings allow in India and people take this chance to show off and invest cash like it was going out of fashion. This is one such wedding celebration of Kshatriyas where fireworks implies firing live rounds airborne, which is supposed to indicate” ye thakuron ka shaadi hai, banduk ki awaaz ke bina pura nahi ho sakti. so all baraatis start shooting in the air. As I browse I discover myself pitying the tentwala who is as well afraid to tell these gents that there are some fifty even more holes in his tent currently than there remained in the morning and he can not utilize it once again without substantial repair work. So anyway, back to the firing, the scent of gunpowder subdues the event and after that unexpectedly there is a scream from the phase where the bride and the bridegroom are standing. Further examination reveals that a person of the happy gunslingers has actually discharged a shot straight through the groom’s chest and he is currently lying prone on the ground dead as a door nail. You do not comprehend what to do that moment due to the fact that it is morbidly funny and tragic at the same time. And the tragicomic nature of this moment is intensified by the fact that the bride is currently condemned and noted for life as the inauspicious lady who took care of to kill her groom on the day of the wedding event. While I on the other hand am looking at her and am happy that at the very least one fled.