The night before the wedding was the night of thanksgiving. Again a huge function. There were hundreds of friends and relatives. The adjacent hall had tables set up for dinner. The cuisine was amazing, I think. I didn’t get to eat much, I had lost my appetite by now, and was surviving on yogurt and rice and some soup. I want to cry at the thought of missing all that food. There were hundreds of people falling all over the food, and there I was fondling my angry stomach!
There was entertainment that was beyond my imagination. A few dancers were bought from Dubai, who danced like the whiling dervishes of Turkey. It was mesmerizing. Then they donned some electrical costumes and danced, and the whorls and the way they were spinning was spectacular. It really was electrifying. Then there was fireworks. Totally out of this world.
Saniya looked so beautiful in the typical red and gold of the occasion. Her jewelry was of regal and princely magnitude. Every day, was a day of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds, the size of which I had not seen before. Well may be I had, but didn’t remember. Doesn’t she look so beautiful? Why the downcast eyes? Because Muslim brides in India and Pakistan do not flaunt their looks, and do not show off their clothes or expose any part of their body like the brides in the west.
The next day was the wedding, and I shall have more, many more pictures for all of you. Hope you are not bored by this.