CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
The Hindi word for beautiful is sundar.
Kishore had married his beautiful bride, his Julie, his love, his lotus flower, his precious jewel. He was reminded again of the Indian movies he had seen about arranged marriages where the bride weeps for her family. He was so pleased their marriage had been fun and full of smiles and laughter.
The previous night spent at his Uncle’s house, his Father’s friend, was a period of impatient waiting. Waiting for Julie to become his wife, waiting for them to be united as one soul.
When he saw her walking towards him in her stunning bridal sari he thought his heart would overflow with joy, he was ecstatic.
He looked forward to their lives as husband and wife to start.