Marriages in summer

In the street there is an improvised tent with people sitting on hot colored plastic chairs.The tent burst with clarinet music played by a wedding band party. As though marriages are just some clarinet music and some plastic chairs with people in them. .

The bridegroom ,in a thick suit, comes out briefly wearing a red vermilion on his forehead and a blotch of sweat under his arm.

Marriages are hot ,sweaty and blood-red.
Marriages are tents full of clarinet music.
Marriages are incomprehensible Sanskrit chants.

Marriages are silk sarees rustling as though the spring wind is already here.

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