Ravi and Amy, two close friends of mine and a couple, were finally getting married. They were very cute together and Ravi finally popped the question. She accepted, there was a little crying, families met, all that happened and finally, their wedding was planned.
An Indian wedding. What an event. The colours, the music, the culture, the cuisine, the annoying aunts asking about your love life, that one uncle trying to set you up with Godzilla, it’s all there. It’s also a good way for a bachelor to meet someone. Ravi and I were close friends and he wanted me present at every ceremony, which was an honour that I accepted. One of these ceremonies is called the “Sangeet” which is where choreographed dances take place. It’s basically to set the mood for the wedding.
Ravi wanted me to be part of that, but since I had come alone, I didn’t have a partner.
“Remember Amy’s sister Ananya?”
Ananya was a few years younger than us, 22 now. I’d met her years ago when she was 16, but we didn’t really know each other and didn’t talk much. It was Ravi and Amy’s big day though so what they say goes.