What I overheard in a hotel restroom.

Shuffling of feet , followed by a sharp blowing of the nose.
A muffled whimper tells  that the person is weeping.
The door opens with a bang and someone charges in, riding on a Chanel-scented wave. "Bittu!!!'You are ruining your makeup. woh bhi us khadoos ki baat par?(that too on a remark by an a*****e)".
Frank wailing from the other end.
'Mammaaa!! what to do? Anuj will never love me, he will nevvver forgive me(emphatic shaking of  bling covered head/body;noisy rustling of crisp silk)ooohhh, hai!!!!"
More frantic nose-blowing.
Copious amounts of tissue hastily pulled from the dispenser.
'Oh god! your makeup!".
Handbags are hurriedly opened,shut, reopened and re-shut.
"So what, everyone has a past. The old bag chose this moment to open his besharam mouth"
More swinging of the doors, more rustling of silk.All sorts of fragrances make their way in, mingle and sit heavy on the hysterically charged air.
More sympathizers have poured in , to comfort the person crying.
'All are asking for you.'
'The wedding has stalled. Papa has vowed never to talk to bade mamaji.'
'What was the need to talk about pappu,everyone knows he has failed B.Com twice'
'That too in such loud whispers'.
The wail reaches a shrieking crescendo.
'Chup ho ja. people will hear.'
'Here, let me help with the mascara'.
' He Bhagwaan sab thik kar dena'
'Mame ki toh...'.
'Leave it Bitto. Anuj is cool, he is smiling. Sitting there , waiting for you'.
'Ab toh aaja'
The overworked door swings and hits the wall with a loud thud.
Someone heavy and male enters.
Total silence, except a broken Paaapa from the crier.Others rustle away silently.
'Why are you crying?'
Sniff
'Did Anuj say anything to mamjis remark?'
Sniff sniff
'Come, come. Dont be a baby,no one is to say anything'.
'Chal beta.'
Slow rustle and heavy footfall gradually fade away.