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‘Go away now, I need to laugh,’ the elder Vijaywada said to me and I scuttered away before he changed his mind.
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26 October 2013. Forty-five Days to Go for the Wedding.
I returned home to do the shopping. Given that we have such little time to shop for the wedding, time has been allocated to specific items. The wedding lehenga gets three whole days. No more, no less.
We went to eleven shops today and I tried on thirty-four red lehengas (I am not exaggerating) and liked none. It has to, has to, has to be a red lehenga and I am refusing to even look at other stuff.
27 October 2013. Forty-four Days to Go for the Wedding.
The usual is as follows.
I spot a lehenga that I think I might consider if the world were ending. The moment the shopkeeper senses this, he goes into overdrive. After all he has just fed us samosas and chai.
‘Chotu,’ he barks at the thin man standing in the corner with a sullen look on his face. ‘Wear this!’
I double over in shock. ‘What?’
‘Ma’am, he will wear the lehenga,’ says the shopkeeper with a nod of his head. ‘So that you get an idea of how this will look.’
Really? No, I mean, really?
And soon, in front of my horrified eyes, stands a thin man, clad in a lehenga with the ghoonghat draped over his head.
I mean, like, really?
We went to ten shops today and I tried on seventeen lehengas. I liked two. Mostly because the shop waale bhaiyya looked so downcast, as time progressed, that I refused to like any.
28 October 2013. Forty-three Days to Go for the Wedding.
We went to eight shops today, tried a million lehengas and bought one. It is cream-and-golden in colour. They draped it around me and covered my head like a dulhan, which made Mum get all teary-eyed. To be honest, I barely recognized the flushed girl who stared back at me in the floor length mirror. The two hundred people in the shop all nodded their heads and said that I looked very beautiful.
Mum put up a post on her blog titled ‘How to buy a lehenga’.
31 October 2013. Forty Days to Go for the Wedding.
Do I like being the bride-to-be or do I like being the bride-to-be? Anju Aunty, Purva and Vikram spent the whole day shopping for me!
Anju Aunty chatted the whole time about Pinku Mama (the first I had heard of him) who is down
with flu but redeemed herself by buying me a gorgeous pink-and-yellow lehenga for the wedding reception.
Vikram, in spite of my protests, bought me a Rolex. I asked him if he was rollexing in money and, believe me, he laughed.
Purva, after I pestered him, bought me lots of candy. I was, of course, most excited about the candy and ate so much of it that I felt quite sick afterwards.
2 November 2013. Thirty-eight Days to Go for the Wedding.
Does the shopping ever end? It is now becoming quite tedious.
3 November 2013. Thirty-seven Days to Go for the Wedding.
I stood in the corridor of the hospital, staring at Purva talk to the family of a patient. The mother was in tears and repeatedly tried to touch Purva’s feet. Purva tried his best to not let her do that, patting her back and even giving her a hug.
As I inched closer to them, I heard the last few words she spoke before leaving. ‘My son has two gods, Doctor Sa’ab,’ she said with earnest tears in her eyes. ‘One that created him,’ she said, pointing heavenwards, ‘and another that gave him life,’ she said, looking at Purva.
Purva smiled and shook his head, looking decidedly uncomfortable. ‘It’s my job,’ he tried to say but the lady would not hear any of it.
