Sakshi
The backyard of my house was lit up with numerous lights and flower decorations and the DJ was on full blast as my Mehndi (Henna ceremony) was going on. Oh god, I have been sitting here for hours under the henna artist’s care making my hands and feet freeze.
I love applying henna and the fragrance it gives off after being washed away, however, the cooling effect it produces during the process is sometimes hard to bear and that, too, when you are the bride yourself because everyone knows, a bride’s mehndi is supposed to be different and glamourous.
“What’s the name of the groom?” before I could speak, obviously my dumb sister and dumber friends has to chime in as if it was their wedding.
“Not ours but our best friend’s wedding”, Nikita yelled, making me jump in my place.
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