Shouldn’t he have put a trifle more of powder on his cheeks – as they
appeared an edge too shoddy for spinning intrigue?
Shouldn’t she have dipped her face in pure lemon extract ; in order to
render that irresistibly profound glow over her otherwise bedraggled
contours .

Shouldn’t he have opted for that clandestinely charming hair dye –
transforming his unruly strands from a nondescript black to a majestic
red?
Shouldn’t she have left her hair uninhibited and ravishingly waving in
exuberant wisps of breeze – rather than stingily tying them up into an
impoverished looking bun .

Shouldn’t he have worn those royally swashbuckling sunglasses – that
would’ve blown away the daylights of every nimble damsel in poignant
vicinity?
Shouldn’t she have left her eyes beautifully bare and in their rustic
glory – rather than unnecessarily smudging them with abominable
mascara.

Shouldn’t he have stringently clipped the unruly strands of hair
protruding from his ear – employing the services of the most
contemporary of saloons ?
Shouldn’t she have worn earrings of aristocratically pure gold –
rather than letting traditional threads of simpleton black dangle
languidly and dulling the ambience which seemed already dead .

Shouldn’t he have worn that pompously purple scarf round his neck –
that’d have displayed his gentlemanly streak ; lost as of now in the
horrendously hardcore business suit ?
Shouldn’t she have chosen a dress which was more in snobbish
satisfaction rather than the gaudy color that she now wore –
unleashing her unceremoniously slapstick
choice .

Shouldn’t he have worn feather shaped boots perpetuating that true
tryst with royalty which he richly deserved – rather than
transgressing on the reception stage barefoot to create a mockery of a
hype ?
Shouldn’t she have worn queenly slippers that vividly demonstrated her
fantastically proportioned height – rather than create a pandemonium
with her noisy high-heeled sandals – that made her shoot ridiculously
through the roof .

Shouldn’t he have worn plain rings of eclectic sizes that set the
night ablaze with gaiety and style – rather than deliberately
demonstrating the masculinity of his bohemian hand?
Shouldn’t she have left her palms pristinely barren as she’d come into
this planet – rather than embe dding them with a motley of every
conceivable tattoo available over the shelf – to stand out amidst the
celebrities of the town .

Shouldn’t he have shaved the parsimoniously extruding stubs of his
beard and moustache – rather than appearing like a clown who genuinely
wanted to entertain people flocked around ?
Shouldn’t she have puffed fragrant powder on her face atleast – rather
than deserting it with nonchalant soap – and then let mosquitoes find
a feasible space to feast on her demure silhouette .

Shouldn’t he have carried a princely pen in his waist pocket – rather
than deplorably borrowing the same and then squandering in shame - to
sign all associated legalities?
Shouldn’t she have meticulously fitted a purse to make her attire look
enthralling– and at the same time appear a perfect symbol of societal
sophistication – complete .

Shouldn’t he have brandished a traditional sword to blend in
magnificently with his jubilant persona – rather than walk the red
carpet with shoulders hunched in the unpredictability of tomorrow ?
Shouldn’t she have built her stage as an invincibly alluring helipad –
ushering in a high powered aircraft straight into the avenue – and
leaving photographers / relatives in stunned delight .

Shouldn’t he have played the perfect host of melanging with the crowd
which had come so optimistically from remote corners of the town –
displaying some hospitability - rather than sonorously contemplating
as to when these spurious formalities would come to an abrupt end ?
Shouldn’t she have stayed as silent as white ice that personified high
class dignity at its best – rather than giving her piece of cynical
advise interspersed with abuse towards those who’d come uninvited .

Shouldn’t he have hugged her first – rather than fiercely tugging at
his rather atrociously oversized suit – in mere apprehension of it
leaving his frail silhouette anytime ?
Shouldn’t she also have hugged him first – rather than adjusting her
morosely flattened make-up – which in the process became more
pathetically beleaguered than ever before .

Hey Folks . Its time for you to involve yourself into other and better
pastimes .




There they were – both of them innocently about to enter into threads
of holy matrimony – least bothered about their appearances today, when
the most important thing in the world to them was to marry by God’s
grace ,

Therefore give them a break . Let them get married .


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