The Indian Wedding, or Shaadi as its called in Hindi, is a feast-to-all-the-senses kind of an experience, delightful and fun filled, unless of course, you are the one getting married. Well, we are not going to talk about the aftermath just yet.

For now, here is a picture essay of a wedding I attended in Spain this summer. This visual experience would not be complete, without somehow including in your head, the sounds of the jingle of the bangles, the music of the folk dances, the DJ playing it up for us on Bollywood dance floor, the shrieks, the murmurs, the laughs and the sobs, the sounds of kids crashing into the tassels of the bead curtains and the plenitude of well wishes, the chants and the hums.

Enjoy!

The Indian American Life

Short Story Fiction: Nanna, Take Care of My Java

Short Story Fiction: Nanna, Take Care of My Java

I was sitting on my back porch this morning drinking tea, when I saw our neighbor, Vasu, walk over with Java tucked under his left arm. He was holding something bulky in his right hand. "Payal ji, here is a binder I made of all the letters we have received for Sid....

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Short Story Fiction: Agency

Short Story Fiction: Agency

I found out what happened to Nelson today. He was my gym buddy, but not in a way you would think one would be. "His family has moved him to another rehab center near Valdosta," his trainer at our gym told me as I checked in with him about Nelson. "If he can't find...

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