Wedding expenses are just the money spent on a “party thrown for nosy relatives and friends”, often without your consent/knowledge/awareness. What stays in your hands as the daughter?

“Look! The baraat has arrived,” a girl squeals. You peep out of the window. He looks dapper in his sherwani. The sehra covers his face, but you know his eyes search for you.

In the Indian wedding scenario, one cannot escape possible rejections, the hypocrisy of elders with their double standards, the over indulgence of the boys in the house.

Marriage is so much about communication. Every step of life after that wedding day calls for the husband and wife to communicate – their likes, dislikes, their okay, their not-at-alls.

"Beti ko hi kyun sasural jaana he?" Why can’t we even allow the thought of our betas to move to his sasural if the grievous situation genuinely needs him to be there?