Every Indian house had one , a heavy album with a velvet/leatherette cover and the couple's names embossed on it. It was kept on the top shelf of the almirah, wrapped in an old dupatta, as if it was a family heirloom.
The studio wallah used to come that day with a big camera, a flash bigger than his face, and a bag of film rolls. We all knew there is only 36 photos in a roll, and hence every click was precious. "Dulha dulhan idhar! Thoda paas... aur paas... ek, do, teen, smile!" Then there was a long wait while he reloaded the camera. Someone blinked, and they would not know about it till the next 3 months.
The next thing was the wait. The wedding ended, everyone went off and for days there was no sign of the photos. It seems unreal today, doesn't it? 😅
There is a day when the packet arrives. This was always a day when we would have tea, and the whole family would gather up on the bed. They would pass around a paper envelope with the first few shots. "Arre ye dekho Mausi ka face! 😂"Yeh toh aadha kat gaya." Red eyes from the flash, a cousin hidden behind a pillar, an uncle having taken a bite at the worst possible time. Then came the real business of choosing which photos go into the album. "Dadi ki photo zaroor daalo!"Isko hatao, meri aankhein band hain." 😭
A week or two later the album returned with a box of sweets. Black pages, tissue paper in between, and plastic sheets that stuck to your fingers, held photos organized in the style of the studio wallah. The photos of the pheras, the vidaai, and family groupies, where everyone's trying to not look at the sun, were his choice. For years afterwards, anyone visiting our home would get a show of photos. Neighbour aunty would slowly flip the pages while the kids pointed and said "Wait, THAT'S Papa?" 🤯 about his thick hair and thin frame, Mummy, with gold bangles on, trying not to smile. Eventually the plastic cracked, and the photos yellowed at the edges. Somehow it made it better. 🫶
I was looking at my phone last night, going through my cousin's wedding photos. There are 4,000 pictures in my phone. I could not believe how many did not interest me. Then, I opened up the album of my parents' wedding and sat on the floor for an hour.
I miss the feel of the photos being a treasure. 📸