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||Oh, the irony..

-There's gotta be one thing about weddings that you like.
- Open bar.
- No.
-All right. So when the bride comes in and she makes her giant, grand entrance, I like to glance back at the poor bastard getting married. 'Cause even though I think he's an idiot for willingly entering into the last legal form of slavery he always looks really, really happy. And, for some reason, I-- What the hell are you looking at me like that for?
- Are you shitting me right now?
- What?
-That's my favorite part.

She paused the movie and looked at him with a big grin on her face. He smiled, her genuine smiles made him want to always keep her happy. He raised his eyebrows and when she still wouldn't answer, he asked "What!?" She squealed, "That's my favorite part too." He said "Buuuuut.. Indian weddings aren't like that." She started laughing so hard he thought he'd unintentionally cracked a joke. Looking at his confused and baffled expression, she finally gave in. He knew he was getting close to an answer, "So what is it? What is your version?", he asked. She took a deep breath. "I know this doesn't happen in Indian weddings, so I made my own version, like you guessed." He started smiling. This was going to be fun. She was opening up, which was rare.

"Now let me tell you, it doesn't actually ever happen, it's all in my head.. but you know, I wish it does..I mean.."
"Stop blabbering. I know you're trying to avoid answering my question."
She faked a frown then tried her best to continue.
"So there's this point in every Indian wedding where the bride's smile suddenly starts faltering and she starts shedding a few tears. When it finally dawns on her what all she is leaving behind and her tears somehow turn into uncontrollable sobs and everything still continues like nothing is really going on, like she isn't breaking down in the middle of the most important day of her life.. like you know, not really the most important but you know, kind of important.. because there are more important things.."
"Prerana.."
"Okay so..when that's happening, I imagine the groom looking at her in a way that totally tells you he can never see her crying and wipes away the tears and this smile breaks out on the bride's face because she knows he cares. And its the most innocent smile, the kind that breaks your heart and mends it at the same time. I know it's all in my head and these things never happen but maybe they should. Maybe people should put in just as much effort in maintaining a relationship as they put in creating one.."
"I'd do that."
"What? Oh."
"I always thought you were cynical about romance. And love. And marriage. The whole deal."
"Well.. a girl can dream."

And at that moment he knew the irony that was her life. He had found the hopeless romantic in a cynic.

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