Mia and I happenned to stay at the same inn (the Colonial Inn) as Vikram's family, and it was great.  They took us in, really.  This set of pictures is of a ceremony held on the morning of the wedding to declare and bless the groom.  If you don't like my editorializing, then you were not meant to read it.

Mia learns about the Indian wedding traditions.

Vikram and his older brother.

The young boy was also blessed, to be a baseball player and good husband.  I was offered the opporunity to bless him, but declined, noting that he should be allowed just a little free will.

The women crowd around Vikram.  I wonder how he felt.

Silly Vikram.

My wife was the only volunteer for henna, which is great because the only artist, Vikram's sister in law, took one and half hours with her.  That is not meant to be critical; it was her first time drawing and she was great.
 

Later on that day, here are pictures of the wedding ceremony and reception.  It was very hot in the sun.

See the confused looks of the westerners?

As bride and groom bless their marriage.

Vikram went 0 and 4 on the competitions to decide who will dominate the marriage.  Here, he submits to being Katy's bitch, FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE.  You'd think he'd put a little more effort into it.  But give credit to Katy, she knew what she wanted.

And Vikram declares, It is done.