Mehendi is an integral component of any South Asian wedding, but to me it meant so much more than just a ceremony. It was reminiscent of my childhood when we would all gather on our rooftop in Dhaka on the nights before Eid where everyone would be applying henna on each other. Ah those good ol’ innocent and silly times. Needless to say, I was super excited to get my arms adorned in henna and secretly hoped that the stain would take a shade of dark rouge which is just how I preferred 😜. My bridal suite was turned in to a henna station, with colorful pillows splayed across the floor, everyone dressed up in various shades of green, and resident DJ’s (jk) who got the beats dropping.
I’ve been a big admirer of Divya, an incredible henna artist based out of Toronto and always wanted to take inspiration from one of her designs for my own wedding (only if I could have flown her all the way 😕). I picked a local henna artist for this day, a sweet girl named Asra. She left me in a state of awe and respect once she was done with me. I can only imagine the amount of patience and perseverance it takes to sit for hours and paint on someone’s arms and that too based off someone else’s design. And to add to that, the insurmountable pressure of making the bride happy and satisfied. The entire process probably took about 7 hours or so but I barely felt it thanks to my friends and family who sat there with me and entertained me throughout. What a chill day and hey never hurts to be the center of attention when all my kin and kith were at my beck and call 😁.
Musings of a curious mind 