“that isn’t Say Yes towards the Dress. It’s The Amazing Race: Wedding Edition.”
The bride showing one of her runner-up choices. Photo due to Neha Prakash.
We yank my mother through the road as two-wheelers whip past us. My aunt hurries right in front, expertly sidestepping potholes and maneuvering between girls consuming chaat from street carts. She’s rushing us down a high staircase into an alleyway on Commercial Street in Bangalore, Asia, that’s full of seamstresses sitting cross-legged on to the floor, painstakingly embroidering jewels onto sari blouses. We must get the tailor to offer him my dimensions for a blouse that is maroon dependence on one of the most significant wedding functions.
As soon as we discover he hasn’t returned, my aunt informs me to flip through the bangles—there’s maybe not an instant to waste. She’ll corner him as he comes, all but demanding he does a rush purchase and so I may have a fitting every day and a half later on, before we get back home to Manhattan.