The Story of the Nuptial Pimple

                          Or 

How Do I Make My Posts Look like Fiction!

It was the One Time Writer’s wedding the last week. I attended his wedding at his native place to convey them my wishes and greetings in person. My friend, who was introduced in this blog through ‘the Confessions of a One-time Writer’, was actually in a many months-long preparations prior to his marriage. Despite of his attempts to shed the weight as described in my previous tale on him, ‘the Fat Boy’s Dilemma’, on the marriage day, he looked exactly like the way how he looked sans exercises. 

As part of his preparations to make his marital day beautiful, he had been practicing many other things. To make himself appear graceful, he used to visit a beauty parlor to undergo facial massages and clean-up treatments. (Am I creating an instance for the women folk to mock the men?) In addition to explaining to me the benefits of the Orange Galvanic treatment, which he used to undergo, he suggested some other massages and treatments. It was true that he looked absolutely shiny till the day I met him before the marriage.

On the marriage day, I woke up in the early morning, and caught one of the first buses to his home place, located about a hundred kilometer away. Though my travel was hindered due to the traffic blocks, I made it there some minutes before the conclusion of the church proceedings. 

Though after marriage I met him with his partner for life, he was rushed by his relatives to the reception hall. Every man is a celebrity, on his wedding day; I thought about attributing one such quotation to my credit, since as a wannabe writer, I am really lacking credited quotes.

Anyway after the reception, I met him. He looked very bright. But, I shocked seeing a new pimple on his upper lip, tarnishing all his past months’ efforts. The pimple looked almost like as if it was germinated just on the previous night. So evident was the pimple’s majestic posture on his upper lip.

I asked him about the curious appearance of the pimple on the day just before his wedding day. 

He replied, “What to say buddy. These things are beyond our control!”

All right! So that was the story of the nuptial pimple. Now let me explain what I did to make a real life incident look like a fiction.

First of all, I didn’t ask him at the marriage venue about the sudden appearance of the pimple.

After congratulating him, I came back and remained involved in my works. Today, I thought about posting about his pimple. I felt that it was better if I had asked him about the pimple at the spot. It might have given him an embarrassment, but I would have been justified since friends have the freedom to tease.

If I write a post about it, it will be complete only with his reply. So, I just picked up my phone and dialed his number. Without any extensive how are yous, I asked him about his nuptial day pimple.

He replied in a pathetic tone, “What to say buddy. These things are beyond our control.”