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 .Weddings 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.