It’s been one of the most fantastic fortnights of my life. Culmination of years of preparation for my sister-in-laws marriage, months of nerve-wracking tension, weeks of fretting and fussing over the most insignificant of details. That beaming smile of mine hides contentment and gratification. No more checklists to be agitated over. No more manic last minutes to manoeuvre.
It’s the reception and I wear a gorgeous Paithani. In resplendent navy blue and gold. A runway for pompous peacocks. In a riot of august purples and gorgeous greens. Picked by my husband in Pune. Very special for me.