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This approval circus went on for a few hours and then I was made to sit outside in the courtyard as a display for the passer-by guests. Really looking forward to meet each one of them in my plain clothes and no make-up. I chuckled thinking, “This is all hoax, Aunty, wait till you see the real me.” When I visit next and they see my natural pimpled dark-toned face, God knows what remarks/certifications I would get. 50,000 for pre-bridal, would glim with pride when they hear this. Then one by one they gave their approval – “Yes she is beautiful.” The parlor where I had drained approx. It was really weird when everyone came one by one and raised my Pallu to get a glimpse of my face. So, my MIL kept me close like her shadow. I was told this was a crucial event since the entire community was going to be there. The drape was heavy and now pulled down till my nose, titled my neck again to a certain angle – and again, now, with a tinge of red the zombie me was back. She also adjusted The Pallu and brought it down till my nose – Now my rosy lips were the only part visible. She was not happy with my light make-up and added 3 coats of red lipstick on top of what I already had.
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My large heels and heavy bangles had disrupted my hand and leg movements – For that one night, Zombie was my other name.įinally, the physical pain was somewhat over, now once ready, I went to my MIL for approval. It was so heavy that since the midnight wedding, my head had been constantly tilted at a certain angle. Matching my lehenga, a duppata had been already covering my head, but on top of that as per my in-laws’ tradition, another heavy handwoven phulkari pallu had been forced onto my hair bun with a 100 more large-sized hairpins. I was relieved as every ounce of my scalp was painful from the bridal hairdo.įor my hair, the wedding night was extremely traumatic and painful this is why I had decided to go bald after the celebrations were over. The pallu was supposed to be on my head so was spared from the hairdo, just a simple bun was enough this time. I chose to wear a nice designer saree it was a daytime event so went for light make-up.
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Bride viewingĪfter grabbing 3 hours of sleep, I got ready for the next big event. Finally, a wise lady spoke up and took me inside so that I could grab some sleep before the afternoon function started – a reception for the entire village. Time passed at a snail’s pace and I was mentally hulk smashing every single person who was sitting in that room. But who cares as long as my sisters-in-law were rocking the dance floor? I was visibly invisible to them. Since we had to rush post the wedding ceremony was over, I had not eaten anything for more than 24 hours. This was an inter-caste marriage on our side, the bride keeps a fast until the marriage rituals are over. On top of that if your migraine is threatening to kick its way in, then the beatings from the dholak and song tunes sung through the nose are not going to help. Loved it!įolk songs are just awesome – but only when you’ve had a good night’s sleep the day before and when you’re not wearing a 20 kg lehenga and also, not food or sleep-deprived. I used to say Yes even for a cousin k mama k tau k bhateje ka (cousin’s maternal uncle’s paternal uncle’s nephew’s – a really far relative) wedding, just to dance my foot off in the ‘Punjabi Geets’. When studying in Jalandhar, I never missed any of my friends’ Punjabi family weddings. The rituals were done, and I was made to sit inside with a bunch of ladies who were singing folk songs. Not to forget the nose ring, it was a traditional big one which covered half her face. Her mangalsutra, sindoor, bindi, bangles were more prominent than mine. She was wearing a bright red saree and kept the traditional pallu on her head. My MIL is a very beautiful woman, at that point seemed very tired with all the chaos and marriage stuff. Hours passed before they finally arrived till now I had noticed that the car mat needed some thorough washing, my lehenga definitely needed dry cleaning and from a certain angle my feet looked like an Ogre’s Feet.įinally, when my MIL and other senior members arrived, I looked up and smiled at them. Never miss real stories from India's women.