Forget the 5 o’clock martini. At 4, the entire country stops for Chai . It’s the great pause. A tiny clay cup (kulhad) filled with sweet, milky, spicy tea. The chaiwala (tea seller) on the corner knows everyone’s name.
The groom arrives on a white horse, a sword by his side, his face hidden by a curtain of flowers (to ward off evil, and nerves). The bride has henna (mehndi) so thick on her hands that her name is hidden in the patterns—if the groom finds it on the first night, he rules the house (so the folklore goes). You will eat. You will dance to a Bollywood song you don’t know the words to. You will be fed gulab jamun (fried dough balls soaked in sugar syrup) until you feel faint. www+desi+boudi+com