going to the chapel
After a week of events and ceremonies, my cousin exchanged vows with her perfect fit, and was officially married.
We've spent the week on the edge of our seats, as my mother ran around putting the wedding cake together, and event after event took place.
My cousin has just married a man from an Indian family, and even as a bitter, single young woman, I couldn't be happier for these two.
It was a week of colour and taste. We had lunch in India town, bought Indian outfits, bought the blushing bride tools and lingerie for her wedding shower (upon request), ate, drank and made merry.
I've never been to a wedding where the food, music, and entertaiment were so good. There's definitely an advantage into marrying into such a beautiful culture.
Not only has the event brought two families together, but it brought family here from afar, and gave me a chance to get to know my dad's side of the family all over again.
I've even been blessed by the presence of my beautiful cousin from San Fransisco, who rode 30 hours on a train to get here.
Everything turned out beautifully: the wedding cake was immaculate, the marriage was beautiful and genuine, the guests were interesting, the bar was open, and the Indian culture transformed the wedding into an event full of bright colours, eccentric dance moves, old rituals and exotic tastes.
And even though I shrugged away when the bouquet was tossed, I was amazed by the power of true love and the unity it can create.
There's hope for me yet.