Wispers of the heart

29 - Wedding Part 1

The brilliant sunrise of my wedding day seemed to fill every corner of the bridal suite with an auspicious, radiant glow. As the first rays peeked over the horizon, my mother and I had already been awake for hours. I had already taken a shower as there was a ritual performed on the morning of wedding day.

Purwang, a significant day filled with rituals that bring blessings for our future. My parents, who have been fasting since the early morning, are preparing for the puja with a mix of devotion and joy. Their dedication fills me with a sense of reverence and anticipation for the ceremonies ahead. They can open their fast only after my vidai.

I quickly got ready in a light blue suit and came down for the puja. Pandit ji had already arrived and was busy with the preparation of puja.

We sat cross-legged before the small ceremonial puja setup, murmuring ancient mantras in reverence as the pandit lit the diya flames and waved the purifying smoke of incense through the air around us. My father joined us looking equally tranquil and centered, his presence lending a powerful sense of patriarchal energy and blessings to the space.

When the last invocations had been uttered, pandit ji gave him a yellow peice of cloth "Here tie this on her left wrist." My father turned to face me with a look of such profound paternal pride and love, it made my breath catch in my throat. I forwarded my hand to him and he tied the cloth on my wrist.

"My precious daughter," he murmured in a voice thick with emotion, placing a tender kiss against my forehead. "You have always brought happiness and prosperity in her house since the day you were born, and I hope you do the same with your new family. I could not be more proud and reassured to send you off into your brilliant future as a married woman."

"You can open this after four days" pandit ji said.

"Okay" i replied.

After the puja, everyone had a late breakfast , the atmosphere buzzing with excitement and joy. Once we had all been nourished, it was time to make our way to the grand banquet hall where the wedding ceremony would take place.

I went to my room to rest for few hours as after that the makeup artist will come and i'll have to get ready. 

I slept for 4 hours and it was 6 by the time I got fresh. The makeup artist have arrived . For the next couple of hours, I sat utterly still and serene, allowing the meticulous cosmetic artists to work their magic. Layers of glowing foundation and shimmering highlighter were precisely applied, sculpting and enhancing my features with an ethereal bridal radiance. My eyes were meticulously adorned with dramatic winged liner looks and delicate smoky shadows.

Then I wore my lehanga as the makeup was almost done and I just had to wear the jewellery. I changed into my bright red lehanga. The blouse, a perfect match, has delicate neckline adorned with kundan and pearls, while the sleeves boast mehndi-inspired designs.

The finishing touch is a gossamer-fine dupatta in the same rich crimson, its borders heavily embellished with gold and adorned with tiny mirrors that catch the light, promising to make me sparkle with every step.

The air was redolent with the scents of fragrant hair products, oils and floral essences as they fastidiously constructed the final coiffed results to frame my face. Intricate jewelry pieces and lustrous gemstones were periodically draped around my neck and wrists, their teardrop shapes catching and refracting the soft vanity lights like miniature kaleidoscopes.

It was as if my ordinary form was being transcended, elevated into supreme feminine radiance and beauty through their skilled ministrations. Each supplemental accessory, each brushstroke of makeup, heightened the surreal ambience of being the center of a living work of artistic transformation.