Wispers of the heart

27 - Mehandi

After the vibrant, energetic haldi ceremonies earlier that morning, Aanya was exhausted but buzzing with excitement about the the mehndi nights.

Aanya let out a contented sigh as she sank back into her bed for a midday nap, the fragrant turmeric paste still adorning her skin in a golden glow. She was utterly spent from the morning's celebrations and knew she'd need to reserve her energy for the intensive mehandi application tonight.

As she closed her eyes and let the gentle whirring of the ceiling fan lull her into slumber, Aanya's mind wandered back to the memories of just hours ago. Her best friend Ishaan's playful antics and jokes as he thoroughly coated her in haldi paste. The boisterous singing and laughter of her aunts, cousins, and sisters as they anointed her for this sacred transition into married life. Aanya felt loved and blessed. She soon drifted into a peaceful sleep.

When Aanya awoke a couple of hours later, the house was once again buzzing with activity. She threw off the covers and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. Standing in front of her mirror, she adjusted her vibrant emerald green lehenga, adorned with intricate golden embroidery. Her hair was styled into a low bun, and a delicate maang tikka graced her forehead. 

After getting ready, Aanya made her way downstairs, where the house was filled with the cheerful bustle of preparations. She found a comfortable chair and settled into it, awaiting the arrival of the mehendi artists. The anticipation in the air was palpable, as everyone knew this was one of the most cherished pre-wedding traditions.

Soon, two skilled mehendi artists arrived, carrying their cones filled with fresh, fragrant henna. They greeted Aanya warmly and immediately began working on her hands. The intricate designs started to take shape, beginning with delicate paisleys and floral patterns that flowed seamlessly across her palms and up her arms. Aanya watched in fascination as the artists moved with practiced precision, their fingers deftly creating an elaborate tapestry on her skin.

As the mehendi spread across her hands, Aanya's friends and family gathered around, chatting and laughing. The vibrant atmosphere was filled with traditional songs, some teasing Aanya about her impending wedding, others celebrating love and new beginnings. Every now and then, a gust of laughter or a burst of applause would ripple through the group, adding to the festive mood.

The mehendi artists then moved to Aanya's feet, continuing the intricate designs that mirrored the beauty on her hands. She felt a tickle as the cool henna was applied, but she remained still, admiring the artistry that adorned her. The scent of henna mixed with the fragrance of marigold flowers, filling the air with a heady, celebratory aroma.

It took almost an hour for the artists to complete Aanya's mehendi. The final result was stunning – a rich, intricate design that symbolized joy, love, and the beautiful journey she was about to embark on. Aanya couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of completeness as she looked at the elaborate patterns now adorning her hands and feet.

With Aanya's mehendi finished, the artists turned their attention to her relatives and friends. One by one, they took their places, eager to have their own hands adorned with henna. The courtyard became a hive of activity as the mehendi designs began to bloom on the hands of the women around her. The laughter and chatter continued, creating a warm, communal feeling that enveloped everyone present.

Aanya's mother and aunts were especially delighted, reminiscing about their own wedding days and sharing stories with the younger generation. Her friends sat in a circle, showing off their designs to each other, comparing patterns and giggling at the playful teasing from the artists.

"Maam can we start with the photoshoot?" The cameramen asked.

She smiled and nodded, "Of course, let's go."