A Cup of Shai

There she stood...in her baby blue gown. The diamonds on her dupatta twinkled in the spotlight. Neath the chandelier, she was bathed in a glorious light. A breath of fresh air. He'd heard good stuff about this girl. That she wasn't like the others. The music swellling up in the background added to the moment. Suraj Hua Maddham... Godssake! How cheesy. At this point, he could imagine that if this was an Indian film, the camera would pan in on the 'hero', whose hand would run through his floppy hair. His face betrayed a smirk. Hahaha! How corny. He made his lips even thinner to stop himself from snorting with laughter. Stop Stop. CONTROL your humour. Her face felt warm. Bloody egg!  s he thought. You're very cute ( those dimples, and those sparkly eyes), but could you make it any more obvious you're staring at me? What would people say?? Such badnaami. They'd be the next sorry pair that The People would swoop down upon like vult...

You know how it goes. As soon as a 'scarf waali' gets engaged, the cogs start turning. What does her hubby look like? Does he have a beard because she wears a scarf? (Because of course, only scarves and beards pair up like) But how did they meet? Was it arranged? (Big shock, even girls in scarves 'date'. Shopping.... Cinemas... Ice-cream. Water-fights. Joking about the last one there. But surely my covered hair doesn't also literally blanket over any autonomy to get to know Mr Whoever.) I wonder if he is also 'religious'? (whatever 'religious' means. But will they have music at the wedding? Yep....and then the million-dollar question. Will she take her scarf off at the wedding? *Cue dramatic Indian sound effects with the doosh doosh doosh* I'm not going to tell you to do anything or dress any which way. The only criteria I have for any bride is this: Your Day. Your Way. As long as the main people (in my opinion: you, your other half, yours...