I have attended many weddings in the last few years but this one was something special. Not a royal palace Indian wedding in Rajasthan or a destination wedding on a beach in Goa, but still incredible. It is not every day that we have a wedding at home, and this one was actually on our roof. We live in a quiet neighborhood in the center of Delhi and have a big roof overlooking the park. A perfect location for a party. Asha, our trusted and beloved cook/nanny/house manager since almost seven years, had gotten her daughter married and we were happy to be the hosts.
It was a small wedding, only a few close family members and friends that assembled on Sunday afternoon for this intimate affair. Bobbee, the groom, had loved Leena since he first met her when they were much younger and have always wanted to marry her but she was not available. When her situation changed recently he immediately proposed and she accepted.
Sunday is usually a day off for us and for the house staff. It is a family day, a time to have a quiet home and do nothing. In the summer we take an afternoon walk in the neighborhood with the babies and buy a mango vanilla ice cream. Asha usually spends it at home watching TV, relaxing and playing with her grandson. This Sunday was obviously different. She came in the morning and was busy cooking all day. The best ‘mattar paneer’ and ‘chhole chawal’ I have tasted in a long while. Leena came a little later and was busy getting her makeup done in my daughter’s room. Shefi, my wife, helped with the veil and gave the last touch, and I took pictures obviously. Everyone was super happy, although in an Indian wedding it usually translated into tears. “It is mother’s day today, and this is my present for my mother” said Leena wiping her eyes. Asha was sobbing. here it is in a nut shell.
