Near the Imperial gate, a treasure trove of wedding presents was on display.
That evening we found out where the reception party was being held; in our hotel garden. “Boom, boom, Bwah!” Our bed shook from the Bollywood blockbuster songs blaring out of the speakers.
Forget sleeping. As the saying goes; “If you can’t beat them, join them!”
The bride’s father greeted us as if we were long lost friends. He then ordered the waiters to bring us samosas and soft drinks while he proudly introduced us around.