So my sister recently announced her intention to get married and brought her boyfriend home to introduce him to the family. The boy was approved and his family declared as most decent.
Now three months later, after all the excitement and tears of joy, we are all bracing ourselves for the big day.
There are lots of functions that are going to take place before we reach the finish line of The Great Indian Wedding Drama.
The first one of these is the engagement ceremony.
It’s basically just exchanging rings and introducing the bride and the groom to the entire extended khandaan of both the families.
Slowly but surely the things are being crossed out from the ‘Things To Do’ list. The venue is finalized, talks with the caterers are on, designs for the rings are being browsed through and the bride to be is out shopping every weekend to find that perfect dress.
And this is when we come to the most important part of the entire drama. Well the most important part for me.
The dress.
That is what we are all waiting for. Well ‘we’ as in me and all the girls and women in the family. Ladies seldom have much interest in anything else other than clothes. And we are no different.
Everybody is planning and prodding and searching for what they want to wear. It’s the first wedding of the family and the excitement is almost killing us.
Though I’m not so much into clothes and dressing up but I’m equally pumped to find something appropriate to wear. It should be wow enough to make me look like the sister of the bride, but not so wow that it overpowers the brides dress.
And If I know my sister, who hates anything shiny, glittery, heavy, and basically anything that makes you look like an Indian bride, she’s going to pick out something really simple and understated.
And my love for bright pop colors may make me look overdressed in front of her.
Designer boutiques, local shops, Pinterest, Google, my mom’s sari collection, I’ve gone through it all.
I’ve shortlisted a few dresses but I’m still confused. Everything I’ve selected has either glitter or pop colors. And my sister might just pick out something in a pretty pastel color! This thought is driving me nuts!
I usually don’t care about the latest trends, fashion and stuff like this and wear whatever I like. If I’m happy and comfortable with what I’m wearing, I won’t give a damn to what others think.
But to overpower my very own sister on her engagement is not where I want to tread.
So now I’m running to every market in Delhi in sweltering heat to find that perfect dress for me.
And it’s turning out to be one hell of a job.
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