Marriages are silk sarees rustling as though the spring wind is already here.

In the street there is an improvised tent with people sitting on hot colored plastic chairs.

The tent burst with clarinet music played by a  wedding band party.

As though marriages are just some clarinet music and  some plastic chairs with people in them. .

The bridegroom ,in a thick suit,comes out briefly wearing a red vermilion on his forehead and a blotch of sweat under his arm.

Marriage is sweat,blood and tears.

Marriages are hot ,sweaty and blood-red.

Marriages are tents full of clarinet music.

Marriages are incomprehensible Sanskrit chants.

Marriages are silk sarees rustling  as though the spring wind is already here.

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