Karishma Dewan 11B
Mr Johnston
Word Count: 1099
Give an account of a ceremony you have been to: Indian Wedding
The first change I noticed whilst stepping out into the streets of Mumbai, was that this city was in incessant movement: the atmosphere was chaotic and faintly unorganised, and there was always a monotous yet exciting buzz of the rickshaws, scooters and constant chatter. It was difficult to locate any of my aunties, uncles, cousins or even my grandparents through the sea of brown faces due to the heavily polluted and dusty, beige air, and within a matter of minutes, the scorching sunlight and intense warmth began to make me feel a little giddy. Swarms of beggars were scattered around the foyer of the airport, and upon seeing less fortunate ones than me, I felt pangs of guilt and sorrow as opposed to the startling oblivion displayed by others who were clearly used to seeing the picture I had before my eyes. After a very, very long introduction complete with many hugs and kisses to all the members in my mum’s extended family, we squeezed ourselves into two taxis and set off on our way to my uncle’s house. And that’s when I realised the mayhem I had been exposed to earlier on, wasn’t even half of what was yet to come!
The first few days leading up to the wedding of my auntie, stirred up a cocktail of emotions: a blend of excitement and liveliness as well as impatience and agitation at the same time. Preparation for the much anticipated ceremony took up most hours in our days, and although I only got about four hours of sleep each night, I never failed to keep up with the energy levels the next morning. I was dazed by the amount of little chores that had to be done within the short time limit such as making sure there were the same amount of tea lights on each table, and that the rose petals sprinkled upon them were just the right shade of crimson which contrasted with the green silk drapes. One thing I was surprised to discover was that a girl could come to a point where shopping was exhausting for her! Wandering through the narrow, muddy streets which had small market stalls selling a huge variety of materials in kaleidoscopic shades, iridescent jewelry, and rows of bindis and bangles had gotten my legs aching and my throat drying up from the dehydration and thirst.