Chapter Eleven
The colors were so bright that Sean had to shade his eyes. Mrs. Patel said she invited a few people, just close family, and friends. All the seats were taken at the gazebo and a crowd stood for rows behind them. All in vibrant colors.
He’d been told this was the small family ceremony known as the ganesh pooja. This intimate ceremony happened on the first night of a traditional Indian wedding. A typical wedding, he’d learned, lasted three days.
Ruhi had lost many of the battles over the planning of their wedding. The only two she’d won were having the wedding on Saturday of this week, and she had insisted that they condense everything into one day. Mrs. Patel had grumbled but assented. Sean assumed Ruhi hadn’t gotten a look at the latest guest list.
They’d both wanted som
