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...the first beat of the tradional dholak had officially announced the wedding mood had started, now their merriment would outlast the night,  vibrant  infectious rejoicing would fill the whole village , every morning would bring loads of new arrivals of guests, chacha ji s horse cart standing under the old  rosewood tree  happily  transferred all the lorry passengers to carry them to the wedding house on  the  gravel path, they were ujalas guests  normally but all the women folk  got involved  in showing hospitality , during the night more music more entertainment more dancing gidda  and more sleeplessnights

Taya ji  had several city acquaintances, they all were expected to reach   with their families, one was specially arriving all the way from dubai, taya ji was  going crazy  and  forcing others to  get ignited with the same weird spark   to receive his friends and families