The haldi wasn’t a tame ritual; it was a bright, boisterous party of affection and antics. Taking place in a courtyard filled to the brim with marigolds and roses, it started off picturesque with parents and friends applying turmeric, soon straying out of control. Shantanu and Nimisha were both soon laughing and fully immersed with yellow paint on their faces, soaked clothes, and hysteric spirits.
When the beautiful north indian wedding finally came, people’s hearts were full, eyes misty, and everyone was certain. The parents were unable to suppress their tears; the flowing tears demonstrated the boundless love and joy they were feeling while witnessing their children’s new journey. The feelings were more than pride. It was a spirituous joy that comes when one understands that their child has stumbled upon a rare gem, a true love.