One year. 365 days. (Actually 366 because it’s a leap year, but who’s counting?)
I can’t believe it’s already been a year since our Indian wedding!
We have been so busy that the time has just flown by! It seems like just yesterday I was in Patiala, Punjab spending the early morning hours at the saloon (what they call salons in India) watching myself transform from a pale-faced commoner into an only-slightly-less-pale-faced Bollywood bride.
I love thinking back to that unbelievable, life-changing day, so I thought I would share some pictures and memories – heavy on the pictures 🙂
By the time I left the saloon, I was decked out in a 15-pound wedding lehenga, ornate jewelry from head to toe (literally – maang tikka/jeweled headpiece, necklace, earrings, kada, silver bangles, chooda, rings, kalire, and silver anklets), and the most makeup I had ever worn up until that point. The fact that it was already over 100 degrees Fahrenheit only added more weight to my heavy trousseau.
Vikram had spent his morning at his family’s home getting ready, completing wedding rituals, and celebrating with his closest family members.
Our wedding was supposed to start at 9:00 AM, but neither Vikram nor I arrived at the Gurudwara sahib (Sikh temple) until well after 10:00. But it was worth it, because damn we looked good. No one seemed to mind that we were late – they were too consumed with wedding excitement to worry over something as trivial as the time.
We had a wedding ceremony in the Sikh faith, called an Anand Karaj. While Vikram and his family are primarily Hindu, Sikhism is also very tied to the culture in Punjab, where they are from.
The ceremony was spoken entirely in Punjabi and lasted about 45 minutes. We listened to chanted verses and completed four journeys around the sacred scripture, which symbolize the different virtues and duties one must undertake in marriage. In a way, they are like vows.
Since I don’t speak Punjabi, I spent most of the ceremony worried about how much I was sweating in the un-air conditioned space, anxiously searching for clues to what I was supposed to do next, and trying not to trip over my lehenga 🙂
When the ceremony ended, we drove to our beautifully decorated, air conditioned(!!) reception venue. We were greeted by a large bagpipe-and-drum band, which ushered us inside to meet over 600 guests.
We had a garland ceremony, in which we each placed a floral garland around each other’s neck as a symbol of marriage. (The garlands are completely made of flowers and surprisingly heavy – the opposite of what I needed!)
Vikram conspired with our very tall friend Arun to have him lift Vikram up when I tried to put the garland around his neck. It was such a typical thing for them to do, I couldn’t stop laughing, and neither could our guests!
The rest of the reception consisted of sitting on stage to take pictures with our guests, dancing, and having a private gold-plated dinner for our closest family and friends in a separate hall.
Amidst the madness, we were whisked away by the photographers for a much-appreciated photo session, which gave us a chance to catch our breath.
At the end of the day, we were both exhausted, relieved, content, but most importantly…married!
So all this to say…happy first anniversary to my honey, my sweetu, my Bunty, my one and only – thank you for every magical moment we’ve spent together! I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives making each other laugh!
I hope you enjoyed reliving my Indian wedding with me! If you can believe it, this was just our wedding day – I wrote a separate post that details the other celebrations and ceremonies for our wedding celebration! In the future I will be posting about our American wedding, so keep an eye out!
I would love to hear any questions, thoughts, or stories, so feel free to respond in the comments!