Last October, I attended my first non-Indian wedding. It had everything fairy-tales are made of – the flowing white dress, the bridesmaids running around, the crying baby, the vows, the drunken touchy-feely uncle, the emotional dad, the sleepy best man….everything. Except there was more. I wrote about it in the local newspaper a while ago. This post is long overdue – hope you enjoy it!
You can read it online here.