Flash back to October 30, 1970, Nagpur, India. I arrived at the family home of my boyfriend as part of a 3- week “round the world journey” we were taking together. It was to signify his 5th year living away from home and also driven by my curiosity to see his homeland and meet his family. No “wedding” was in our plans - just exploration and sharing.
Cultural and family traditions being strong, and our hearts young and adventurous, we agreed to wed soon after arrival and so my lovely sari, bought in Kolkata (Calcutta) a few days prior to this decision, took on an auspicious role.
The ceremony was planned and carried out within 36 hours. I was helped to dress, wore some borrowed jewelry and received a simple traditional wedding necklace beaded by my mother-in-law overnight. How things would proceed under the guidance of a priest was a mystery to me, but I followed instructions well !! My brother in law, who spoke some English, was also helpful. It is thanks to him that I have the few small photos taken with his simple film camera as remembrance of the event.
Our special day was also a night of fireworks and celebrations in honour of the Diwali Festival that happens every year in October. Of course there was lots of food, good-natured teasing and as many family members as could be rounded up in short notice.
I’ve included three shots reproduced from the 52 year old prints that make up my “album”. I am circling the priest’s fire in one, posing with fireworks going off in a second and the last one is with my first nephew who was having his one-month-old anniversary while we were there.
I still wear my sari on some occasions, though since then I have acquired quite a few others that offer competition when I am making a “what shall I wear” decision.
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