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My engagement ceremony was to be held at my grandmother’s house, in her garden under the old chikoo tree. She insisted on twilight, that magical hour when the sun softens and the fairy lights begin to twinkle. “You must wear the colour of this light,” she said, her voice as thin and firm as parchment. […]

I remember the moment my cousin showed me his wedding outfit. He didn’t just pull out a suit bag. He unfolded a vision. Deep, wine-red fabric that seemed to drink the light, cut into a silhouette I’d never seen before—part royal coat, part flowing robe, all power. A Maroon Sherwani Gown with Kurta Pajama. He wasn’t […]