Aarav
Today is my Haldi ceremony. Mom gives me a white kurta and pyjama to wear. I come down and sit on a wooden bench. One by one everyone applies Haldi to my face and hands. My aunt told me it will increase my complexion. She teases me, saying that my bride is fairer and more beautiful than me.
Rohan, my cousin, takes a handful of Haldi. He applies it to my cheeks and on my nose. He tries to run away, but I am faster. I grab him and rub the Haldi all over his face. Everyone laughs at how horrible he looks.
After the Haldi ceremony, I take a bath, then carry the Haldi bowl to Anjali’s home.
It’s a ritual for the groom's family to take Haldi for the bride.
I want to see her face covered with Haldi.
We have arrived at Anjali’s house. Her house is full of relatives teasing her. Tod
