When Effa told me her majlis berinai (henna night) theme is Bollywood,
I was like WHATTTTT I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING BOLLYWOOD!
Considering I’d lived in India for 5 years, that’s somewhat irony, I know. But I was never into kurti, and there’s no way I could tie a saree. A lot of people assumed I did know, judging from the requests I had that night. I’m sorry to disappoint, Nisa doesn’t know how to wear one. We usually asked the cleaner to help us with them sarees wahaha.
Missing out on our two bride’s maids here 😦
My friend reminded me of this kurti top I forgot I had (I turned it into a kurung top)- funny how someone else knew my closet better!
Now you’re probably wondering this; WHERE’S THE BRIDE? Considering she just donned the hijab recently, posting a non-hijab photo of her would be inappropriate. Rest assured, you’ll be seeing a lot of her pictures from here onwards 🙂
My make-up is usually very pastel, so I wanted to try on a stronger look.
I was wearing a fuschia pink lipstick by the way but somehow it looked red in every picture. Hueh.
This was the night before the big day. A complete set of bride’s maids at last!
Here to do Her Royal Highness’s biddings lol.
Lala was terrific with the steam iron, have I said that already?
Fast forward to the next morning and we’re all dolled up.
Childhood friends united 😀
Us Bangalore-ians/dulang girls.
A lot of people were confused by this picture; Why is Nisa wearing a different colour?
Because there were actually two sets of bride’s maids.
There were supposed to be 9 dulang girls, but because one couldn’t make it at the last minute, I stepped in.
The gorgeous solemnization dais.
I wore flats specially for this task; tripping and dropping the dulang in front of a crowd isn’t exactly merry.
So what was our original role?
Accompanying Effa on the dais. And let me tell you it was excruciatingly painful. At the end of it I couldn’t feel my legs at all!
We’re the Twin Towers.