“According to our God, you must not eat today”, said the to-be aunt-in-law.
“Ma, please don’t make me fast. I need energy to be able to last the whole day”, whispered the bride to her mother with pleading eyes.
“You should listen to what your in-laws say”, replied her mother. “It’s the most important day of your life. You should follow all the rituals. You don’t want to anger the Gods now do you?”
Is it really the most important day of MY life, thought the bride.
“No, don’t wear the pallu like that”, said her … wait, how is she related to the bride? There were 14 women bustling around her, yelling out instructions to her about what to do, what not to do, what to wear, what to eat, where to look, how to behave … One telling the other that this was how it was done, while a third aunt confidently disagreed and presented another ritual to follow. A distant relative declared the rituals satisfactory, while an unknown, to-be in-law dictated how the bride must lower her eyes.
And the bride … barely got through the day with her own memories. All this chaos in the name of God and in the façade of a successful marriage.
Watching from above, God racked his brain wondering in which of his scriptures he had written this chaos.