My adventure in my first ever solo marriage invitation

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10 mash holo sohore firechi. Office er kache amar ekta astana ache, ami ekai thaki. Amar next-door-neighbour amake tar cheler biye te invite korechilen.

25 bochore amar prothom solo invitation. Prosongoto aaj obdi joto biye bari te gechi sob e family invitation ebong invite kora hoyechilo amar babake. So, this time it felt different. My mother said, “Tor ki ekhon alada status hoye gelo?” Boyosh bere geche. Ami ki ekhon ekjon important manush hoye gechi? Loke amake individual invitation pathacche. E toh hebi byapar.

Bhalo mejaj e chilam. Biyer raat eshe gelo aar ami bhabte shuru korlam, "Okhane giye jodi amake wedding crasher (bin-bulaya-mehman) bhabe!". Ami eka giyeo ba ki korbo! Amar biye bari jinish ta ekdom bhalo laage na. Kauke chini na, kauke jani na. Kichu korar nei. Awkwardly ghure berao, khao dao, bari fire jao. +1 niye jewar provision chilo, kintu sala niye jawar moto keu e nei.

After a lot of simulations in my mind and straight out of a tiring day at work, I reached the venue last night. I could smell the oil of the fish fry before I could smell my own existential dread.

Decent start. Amar neighbour er sathe dekha korlam, koromordon korlam, ami esechi dekhe khub khusi hoyechen, bollen "Enjoy koro! Enjoy koro!" Ok. Kibhabe korbo setai bujhte parchi na.

Pash theke waiter eshe jiggesh korlo, "Sir, Prawns?" Ha nischoi. Ek dhare dariye prawn e kamor marchi, pashe ekta group eshe dariye pose dilo aar kotha theke ekta photographer ure elo. He pulled me for a photo, ami bollam - "e toh family photo", and asked, “Apni family-r sathe ashen ni?” Bro, I am the family. Unless you want to include my anxiety as plus ones.

Besh chim cham celebration. I've been to extreme gala weddings; this one felt a bit on the low-key side and well decluttered. 400-500 lok er arombor nei. 200r moto lok hobe. Bheer nei kothao. Minimalism ta menu teo spostho. Ojotha ek gada item nei. Limited items but great quality.

Bhalo jinish hocche amar neighbour, tar koyekjon bondhur sathe amake introduce koriye diyechilen. Adda marchilam tader sathe. I seamlessly integrated in a group of people well over 48-50 years of age. Manoshik bhabeo amar boyosh baarche kina bujhte parchi na.

Amar chakri bakri niye kichukhon kotha chollo. Ekjon boyoshko lok dure ekti meye ke dekhiye bollen - “Ei, dekho, bhalo meye. IT-te job ache.” Fantastic, but do I look like I came to swipe right in real life? I mean... I'm not complaining tho.

But yea... There were lots of great women out there. Koyekjon er sathe ektu bhab jomanor chesta korlam, kintu dekhlam tara sobai bibahito. Aajkal appearance dekhe bojha mushkil. Biye ta ekdom typical Bangali biye chilo. Er ager biye bari gulo te north indian poshak ashak er arombor dekhe ekhane amader chena jana jamdani-baluchori dekhe khub khusi holam.

Samnei biye ta hocche. Subho drishti cholche. Sobar mukhe hasi. Sobai khub khusi. Bhablam... Getting married, ya that might actually be quite nice.

Mondop er ashe pashe lokera probably nobo dompotir ekdom kacher lok. Amake oneke confused look diyeche. Jaak fish fry er ekta dhekur tule bike start dilam. If you hear rumors of a “special someone” guest at last night’s wedding, it’s me.