There is nothing like an Indian wedding. They are so grandiose, dripping with religious symbolism, and stuffed full of community, family, and love that they literally cast a giant shadow every other type of wedding there is.
We will start from the beginning, my second day in India, when Adit’s oldest sister, Neerja (or Didi, a term used for older sisters), Ajay, his brother-in-law, and his Dad took me to pick out saris at a shopping mall so I would have something appropriate to wear for the two main functions. When we walked in Didi, who is like an Indian Queen in how she hands out instructions, let the staff know what we wanted in Hindi; basically lightweight and glittery. The store had saris folded and stacked on bookshelves all along the walls like confetti with white mattresses underneath to lay the saris out on for viewing. Read More
