As I recall more moments from our wedding, I can’t help but share some of the quirks and mishaps. 

During the Janavasam procession, one of my friends suggested I wear a better dhoti. Simplicity ruled those days—most of us walked to the temple. Despite having limited clothing options, I managed to find a slightly better dhoti and swapped it in. 

At the Muhurtham, I had to pour water over a turmeric idol, but my unfamiliarity with the ritual led to a comical moment. I poured too much water, and my bride couldn’t help but laugh, quietly reminding me to use only a few drops. Though her family scolded her, I found her lightheartedness refreshing. 

Our wedding was held at a marriage hall converted from a famous actor’s bungalow. Without modern conveniences like attached bathrooms, we made do with what we had—sleeping on the floor with no bedsheets. Despite the discomfort, the respect and attention I received as the groom were overwhelming. 

One awkward moment came when our club secretary presented me with a cheque, a tradition for weddings. In the rush, I forgot to pose for a photo with him—a slip I regret to this day. 

We had hired a common photographer for both families, which led to a small hiccup. The photographer, unfamiliar with my friends and relatives, missed a few key moments. Fortunately, a last-minute invite to an old friend’s family ensured they didn’t miss the celebrations. They arrived just in time to join the procession, and I couldn’t apologize enough. 

Every wedding has its share of amusing stories, and ours was no exception. 

Contd. 364. Steps to the Sanctorum - Part 1