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Minti’s wedding ceremony took place at the Taj Palace Hotel in Dhaula Kuan.
Frankly, it was a big deal for our clan. We had seen some over the top weddings,
but never before did an engagement ceremony happen at a top end five-star
hotel. Rajji mama had taken his one-upmanship among the relatives right to the
top by booking the Taj.
The banquet hall entrance had a sign.
The Talrejas welcome you
To SAGAN ceremony of their:
Most lovely daughter
Manorama (Minti)
With
Dashing Gentleman
Dharamveer (Duke), B. Tech
‘Don’t laugh,’ I said to Ananya, suppressing my own smile.
‘I can’t help it,’ she grinned. She adjusted the drape of her bottle green and
gold sari for the fifth time.
‘Welcome-ji, welcome,’ Rajji mama gave my mother and me hugs in quick
succession.
We came inside the banquet hall, which held two hundred people. The main
stage had two ornate chairs stolen from a king’s palace. Alongside, there were
seventy-five boxes of sweets and five giant baskets of fruits.
Most of the women stood at t he chaat and juice counter. All the men stood at
the bar. I helped my female cousins access vodka by giving them my glass, which
they poured into their juice.
‘So, there is Rajji mama, Lappa mama, Shipra masi and your mother – in that
order, right?’ Ananya said.