Aman and the father of the house dressed in neatly pressed formals, their attire simple yet dignified. The family stood together, basking in the festive spirit that filled their home.
With everything set, the house was ready—not just in its decorations but in the hearts of those within it. The day had begun with warmth, love, and tradition, and it promised to bring even more joy as it unfolded.
As the first rays of the sun touched the earth, the house buzzed with energy. The women stirred awake, stretching off the last traces of sleep before freshening up one by one. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood lingered in the air, blending with the cool morning breeze that whispered through the windows.
Meanwhile, Aman busied himself with decorating the house. He carefully arranged fresh flowers along the entrance, their delicate petals adding a festive charm. The warm, golden glow of traditional lamps flickered in the corners, illuminating the space with a soft radiance.
In the kitchen, Bani, Chaitra, and Vani moved swiftly, balancing trays of steaming coffee and tea, serving everyone with bright smiles. The aroma of freshly brewed beverages mingled with the enticing scent of breakfast being prepared.
The ladies worked harmoniously, flipping soft, fluffy idlis onto plates while the sizzling sound of vadas frying in oil filled the air. The rich fragrance of chana and the comforting spice of sambar spread through the house, making the children impatient for their morning meal.
Once everyone had eaten their fill, it was time to dress up. The house turned into a whirlwind of activity as the women adorned themselves in vibrant outfits. Bani's mother and Vani's mother draped themselves in elegant sarees, their pleats falling in perfect folds.
Bani, Chaitra, and Vani chose graceful salwar suits, their fabric flowing as they moved. They carefully styled their hair before adorning it with strands of fresh jasmine, the delicate white flowers adding a touch of tradition and beauty.
Aman and the father of the house dressed in neatly pressed formals, their attire simple yet dignified. The family stood together, basking in the festive spirit that filled their home.
With everything set, the house was ready—not just in its decorations but in the hearts of those within it. The day had begun with warmth, love, and tradition, and it promised to bring even more joy as it unfolded.
The auspicious time for the inauguration was set between 11:09 AM and 12:24 PM. Bani's family had been busy since the early morning, making final arrangements. The scent of freshly baked goods filled the air, and a small group of friends and family had already gathered to witness this new chapter in her life.
Just as the clock neared ten, Bani's third uncle and aunt arrived. They stepped out of the auto-rickshaw, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and irritation.
"The traffic these days is unbearable!" her uncle huffed, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"And these auto drivers! They charge whatever they want! It's like daylight robbery!" her aunt chimed in, shaking her head in disapproval.
Bani forced a polite smile. She was used to their complaints; they never arrived anywhere without a list of grievances. But today, she didn't want to let negativity dampen her spirits. She welcomed them inside, hoping their mood would lighten once they saw the preparations.