
In keeping with
Pakistani tradition, a couple of days before the wedding, my family held what is known as the
Rasm-i-Henna, or more colloquially, a
mehndi ceremony. My sister hired a photographer for the event, who just now returned her proofs to us. Of the hundreds of beautiful shots she took--of singing, dancing, little kids being cute--#750 (pictured) is my favorite: random, bald, hairy guy in his boxer briefs. We don't know who he is, or why he made his way into our wedding pictures--maybe the photographer thought it would be funny to make a subtle jab at my own unforgiving pate and expanding gut. Or maybe this is like that time in high school you wrote curse words into a paper, and then forgot to take them out, before turning it in. Who knows. Regardless, we'll treasure Mr. 750 always. Always and forever. He is the mascot of our love.
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