Have you ever been to an Indian wedding? If you have, what was the first thing you noticed? Perhaps the incalculable number of guests, children scurrying around, people trying to make you comfortable, a considerable amount of chaos, and lots of unknown faces. Isn’t it funny how the two people who are central to and are the cause of this celebration can hardly be seen? (To be honest, I’ve been to weddings without even knowing the names of the bride and the groom).
If I ask you to think about it, you’ll perhaps agree that in our country, the wedding is different from the marriage. It is a massive (rather uncomfortably) social occasion. It is about guests, the rituals, the decorations, the catering service, the music, and all the smallest of insignificant details which are supposed to be secondary. In such a mad frenzy, how many people actually think about where or how the bride and groom are? According to my observation, very few.
This post is more of a photostory wherein I am going to take you with me to see how the millennial bride spends the few minutes before she ventures onto a new journey and adorns her hat with another feather- that of a wife.
Naghma is alone in her room. This very room where she did her science assignments as a 10-year old, locked herself in after her first heartbreak, shared her first cigarette with her best friend. The bedsheet smells of the beer spill from a few days ago during a sleepover, the bookshelf, her own library which she now has to evacuate, the polaroids on the wall, Cohen’s lyrics on the glass windows… All standing there like testaments of the 29 years she has spent here, waiting to bid the final goodbye. There she was, taking it all in for one last time before her world fuses with another.
In the midst of all the uncertainty, excitement, stomach-churning, and hands-trembling, Naghma steals a few moments from her chirping friends, the speculative relatives, and her over-stressed parents to feel the air of her room and indulge once more in the smallest of things that make the Naghma that she is.
Naghma isn’t someone I know. She probably isn’t the most conventional bride you’ll meet. She is all about Leonard Cohen songs and chocolate ice creams, she reads Marquez like it’s her medicine, and is the boss of her own feelings, likes and dislikes, love and hate. She defines a milennial bride.
If you’re wondering why I haven’t used extensive jewelry for a bridal look, you see, that’s exactly why. The milennial bride that I’ve tried to portray isn’t the “usual” bride. The banjara, and the nath, along with a simple stone-studded kamarbandh complete the minimalistic bridal look. The red Lehenga speaks for itself, obviously.
Pictures by Dishari Dutta.
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