There was only one entry on my Sunday office diary: Wedding reception of two brother advocates at 1pm. I planned my Sunday accordingly. I cancelled a very important family obligation, to attend the wedding reception of my colleagues. I was surprised to see no cars parked near the reception area.
When I entered the hall at 1:16pm, it occured to me that I am the first guest. I was anticipating half of the hall to be filled with people, but it was deserted. Only a few catering people were giving finishing touches to arrangements. The anger started boiling and I left the reception, cursing the grooms’ family for making a cruel joke with their guests. If people have to start their functions late than whey they mention an earlier time on their invitation cards.