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In the morning, my room became the most messy one as I was getting ready for my cousin's wedding. As usual, the toughest job called hairstyling worked for me at the last. It was after years we had a grand wedding in the village. According to village traditions, grand doesn't mean how much decoration or other things; it all means about the number of people attending the wedding. We departed from the groom's home, and it was actually a long journey, and I was yarning most of the time because I didn't sleep properly. Somehow we reached the destination. But the problem was we reached the place but the groom didn't arrived there. We were waiting outside the church, and the rain started to shower him drop by drop. This is called blessing rain in the native country, where when the groom arrives in the front yard of the church, there will be little, tiny drops that bless him—a belief of our native. As I saw him as a groom, I could remember a schoolboy who went to morning c