Hello again! It’s me, Sophia. The guest blogger.  I haven’t written in a long time. Not since the end of August, anyways. But I’ve come again to tell you about my experience at a recent Indian wedding.  It was a double wedding, actually.  Two of my mom’s cousins (who are sisters) were getting married to two brothers from Hyderabad.  It’s a bit complicated.

That’s me on the left, in purple.

The wedding itself was on Sunday, March 5th. My dad stayed home with my brother Eli, who was running a fever (he’s fine now).  My mom had already gone to Gulistan a few days before to pick out our outfits (I didn’t go along because I was feeling sick that day). She was supposed to wear a brown top and skirt (no idea what the Indian name for it is), but ended up wearing a blue dress sort of thing, which I have pictures of. I wore a purple sari. We put on makeup and jewelry (not Zak), and had to rush out because we were late.

We were not late. We were an hour early, making us the first people there.  Even though we showed up at the start time – according to the invitation, that is.  Here we are waiting outside the venue with Nanajan and Nanima:

But on the bright side, I got to meet lots of new family members. Some of them were: my aunt’s friend, our neighbors/their neighbors, family members that I have never met before, and probably won’t see for the rest of my stay in India, etc. It turns out; I have a lot of gorgeous relatives. Lots of people wanted to meet my Nanajan and Nanima, and also my mom, as she has been in America with us for a long time. We were probably meeting and greeting people for about half an hour, while the wedding hall was being set up.

After that, we went in. The main room was giant, split into two parts by a curtain. On the one side, there were 4 thrones, as there were two couples getting married. On this side, for some part of the wedding, this was where the men sat, while the… officiator… officiated. Sometime around then, my mom told us that there was a separate room where the brides and their family were waiting. We were there for 15 minutes chatting with the brides and brides’ family. After a while, we went back to the main room, and after that the brides came in. Eventually, we ate food (Indian, of course), and there were lots of pictures taken.  There were some tears from one of the newlywed brides, too.  Here are some pictures:

Wedding Hall

My mom and her sister Farzana

Zak and Ahmed

The grooms

The brides – with their mother in between

The brides, grooms and family


Before I knew it, it was 10:00 PM. At that time we started — started, mark you, to say goodbye. There were a lot of people there, and a lot of goodbyes exchanged. We probably didn’t get home until 10:40, after dropping my grandparents off at Gulistan. It was 11:00 by the time we said goodbye to our uncles and aunts, and 11:30 by the time I got to bed. In other words, it was a long night.

Gulistan – post-wedding

The entire night was enjoyable. Especially since my first experience at an Indian wedding, which was 9 years ago (when I was 2 years old!), and involved an itchy dress (I had some sort of allergic reaction).  I don’t remember much from that night – but I definitely remember the itching.

Other news; my little cousin, Ahmed, has been staying with us for a couple days now. It’s been fun having a little guy in the house again, and having Ahmed especially is very fun.

Ahmed with his mom and dad

Until next time!