This is a part of 'going back and re-filling unwritten journals' project, the real writing is happening 8ish months after the date as a part of 'project 100'.
The band came in, joyous and dancing, playing for hours, we put garlands on the groom's family as they entered the makeshift flowery gates, and the ceremony lasted for hours and hours when everybody who was not directly involved either got drunk, paid slight attention to alien traditions, or cared not a whit about the fiery happenings. It was the day of the wedding!
It was busy, many things happened, and Td was forced to take hundreds of photos against her wishes. My family from the other side came, and I spent some time with them. Most of the day for me was spent explaining the happenings of the day to TD's friends. Because td's boss's daughter didn't know anybody there, I talked her through the event and became her buddy.
Around 4 in the evening the ceremonies ended, and it was time to go home. I was in the car with Sb and her friend. We had to drop my new friend to her place otherwise she wouldn't get home until the night. It took us a long time to figure out the logistics of the whole situation, because we wanted to get tea or drinks or light khaja somewhere, but the locality was such that there was nothing to look forward to. In the end we went to the house she was living in, her host-parents' and spent about an hour chatting up with them, teasing her.
We were lost in the freaking boonies on our way back because the roads weren't good, it was in the middle of nowhere, and the small towns deep in Bhaktapur are actually slower to drive through than the highway at its very worst evening traffic, something we hadn't considered.
After what felt like hours and hours, we arrived at mamaghar where everybody rested and relaxed, recovering from the weight of events from all of those days. It was over! It was freaking finally over!
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