Figuring the worst of the storm had passed, I crossed the room to my mom. this “Well, went downhill fast.” She smiled and said, least over. I was worried never resolve their fight and “At it’s they’d that the wedding would be called I gasped in horror at that reminder and looked at the clock off.” above the fireplace mantle. We only had twenty minutes left before the wedding! guys, so I know this is bad timing but the is in less than twenty minutes. muhurtham “Hey I know if you want to stick to it but if you I let my voice trail off as scrambling ensued don’t are…” throughout the room. My mom took charge of the situation before it could get out of hand. She sent Rahul back to the tent to make sure the preparations were all ready and to check on the guests. As he left, she herded the rest of us out of the study and into room to become presentable again. She set Anjali’s to sewing up the rip in blouse and repining her as I fixed makeup. Saraswati sari Anjali’s Anjali’s and Lalitha Aunty were told to fix themselves up and go back to the tent to help Rahul out. Everyone worked at record speeds. Both aunties were done within five minutes and after making up and coming dangerously close to tears again, they rushed off to make sure everything was set. My mom and I finished with Anjali a few moments later. Before we left the room, my mom asked her how she was feeling. much better than earlier. And I can proudly say that rather than being anxious “Honestly, like other brides, rather excited to get married, especially since I get to join such a great I’m family.” you can say that I sighed. hope I find someone like Rahul someday. Not “Yeah, again.” “I only are you lucky to have him, lucky to have She smiled at me and I smiled back, glad he’s you.” to see that she was back to being herself.
Figuring the worst of the storm had passed, I crossed the room to my mom. “Well, this went downhill fast.” She smiled and said, “At least it’s over. I was worried they’d never resolve their fight and that the wedding would be called off.” I gasped in horror at that reminder and looked at the clock above the fireplace mantle. We only had twenty minutes left before the wedding! “Hey guys, so I know this is bad timing but the muhurtham is in less than twenty minutes. I don’t know if you want to stick to it but if you are…” I let my voice trail off as scrambling ensued throughout the room. My mom took charge of the situation before it could get out of hand. She sent Rahul back to the tent to make sure the preparations were all ready and to check on the guests. As he left, she herded the rest of us out of the study and into Anjali’s room to become presentable again. She set to sewing up the rip in Anjali’s blouse and repining her sari as I fixed Anjali’s makeup. Saraswati and Lalitha Aunty were told to fix themselves up and go back to the tent to help Rahul out. Everyone worked at record speeds. Both aunties were done within five minutes and after making up and coming dangerously close to tears again, they rushed off to make sure everything was set. My mom and I finished with Anjali a few moments later. Before we left the room, my mom asked her how she was feeling. “Honestly, much better than earlier. And I can proudly say that rather than being anxious like other brides, I’m rather excited to get married, especially since I get to join such a great family.” “Yeah, you can say that again.” I sighed. “I hope I find someone like Rahul someday. Not only are you lucky to have him, he’s lucky to have you.” She smiled at me and I smiled back, glad to see that she was back to being herself.
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