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Indian Wedding Story: Part Four

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

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This is Part Four of a continuing series on my Indian wedding adventure. If you're new to Gori Girl, try checking out Part One, where the story starts. When I last left off on the story of our wedding in India (see part three), I had just arrived, as the picture above shows. The lovely lady trailing behind me is a friend of the family (and Aditya's childhood math tutor), who'd been helping me with all the preparations - it was like she was an older aunt of mine for the day. There were flowers ALL OVER the place as I arrived - from where the car dropped me off to the second floor hall where the ceremony would be, I was surrounded by sheets of flowers, while walking under flower arches (spelling Aditya's and my names in flowers) and over a red carpet, just like you see at movie premiers. Of course, the only person who took pictures of this wonder was my uncle, who, of course, has not yet gotten around to sending me his photos.

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Indian Wedding Story: Part Three

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

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This is Part Three of a continuing series on my Indian wedding adventure. If you're new to Gori Girl, try checking out Part One and Part Two. Lunchtime! Tomorrow the real wedding pictures start, but today was super hectic, so you'll be getting the pictures from the lunch before the big night, and the story of bridal preparation and nerves. After our pre-lunch siesta, everyone returned to the community center where the wedding ceremony would be held for lunch. All I can say is yum - the caterers were very, very good!

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Indian Wedding Story: Part Two

Thursday, April 17, 2008

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Part one of this Indian wedding story can be found here. The wedding ceremony took place in the evening, so Aditya and I were pretty free to do what we'd like the morning of the big day. His family had been planning the event all along - all we did was show up - so if there had there been any last minute catering disasters, for instance they were primed to take care of them. I was still a little jetlagged when I rolled out of bed, but figuring out how to operate the bucket-based showering system woke me up. When I emerged dripping from the bathroom, Maa politely inquired whether I'd like to wear a sari, a salvar kameez, or whatever clothes I'd brought with me from the US. Now, as I'd never been to India before (and my inlaws refuse to purchase the high priced imported Indian clothes in the US), this was going to be my first time wearing Indian clothes. I decided to go all out, and start with a sari.

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