In the days preceding the three main wedding events, we experienced two smaller ceremonies at the guest house. Family members continued to pull us into their midst during these special moments.
Sometimes, one of them would tap my arm and motion for me to take a family photograph. I felt privileged to do so but even more honored when I was invited to join them in the photo itself.
At around 7:30 Saturday morning—the same day we would attend the Mehendi (henna) party—I awoke to strains of singing.
I found Komal and a small group of her relatives seated in the living room as a man chanted them through the process of writing a formal wedding invitation that someone would deliver to the groom’s family that day. I smiled as I considered how the invitation would seemingly arrive on exceptionally short notice, …