Living through the lens

As I put my phone frantically in my purse after attending a call full of instructions from my mother, I hastily ran on the steps , sprinkled with flowers with a strong added artificially perfumed smell, which I think was on purpose,  to massacre everyone's  smell receptors within seconds (whoever it was,  they won!). As I finally reached the wedding hall, which took almost  all my Sherlock inspired thinking, to locate it, I heaved a sigh of relief. 
                  As I entered the hall, there were numerous flashes hitting the pupils of every mortal inside. One thought immediately was of Paparazzi. But owing to the  pickety nature of the host family itself,  I abandoned that idea. When I came to my worldy senses again, the flashes were lashing from none other than that of our beloved other halves- cell phones. As my panoramic eyes captured the surroundings, I got the overall notion of the lightening struck room. From a six year old , partially toothless kid to the eighty year old , completely toothless grandpa, almost  every eye was "enjoying"  the wedding through the lens. The selfie sticks hurled into the air from one angle to another, like diwali phoolchadis  ready to sparkle. Even the bride and the groom were not spared. Somewhere in the corner of the room, I noticed that the actual wedding photographer was enjoying his meal, joyfully thanking his multiple substitutes in the mind.                   

              After I congratulated the newly wed couple, I took refuge besides a grandma who was enjoying her afternoon dose of paan masala. She grinned at me with her red stained pearls and offered me some sweets from her basket. Kindly declining, keeping in mind,  my over the top mood, I listened to her 'young days' stories while she tirelessly searched for a suitable groom for me , from amongst the flashy mob. "May God save his species" , I thought, as I let myself fall into the young grandma's pensieve again.