Divya’s Wedding
Thankfully, Divya’s
wedding outfit did not turn into the catastrophe it had threatened to be. We
went to the tailor’s, and Divya tried her lehenga
on. It fit perfectly. We thanked fate for this minor miracle. After we got back
to Divya’s house, I helped her fit into the sharara she was going to
wear for the mehndi that evening. I saw little reason in wearing a brand new dress that was very
likely to be strewn with mehndi soon
– or cut off at the knees, as her mother brightly suggested… but however Mandakini
won over Miki and I let her take over, staunchly playing my role of the devoted
(albeit unofficial) maid of honour.
The outfit was sea green,
and I helped her on with the silver jewellery that she was wearing with it. A
lovely delicate necklace and chandelier earrings: no rings or bangles, to keep
her hands free for the mehndi. She had hired a stylist only for the actual
wedding the next day, so I tried to help her on with her make-up – at which she
was far better than I am, so I finally sat back and voiced encouragement and compliments.