I was 18 when I got married to Vishnu Gaikwad.
He was a cloth mill worker in Kurundwad, a nearby town. I saw him only on the day of the wedding.
The wedding ceremony took place at my parents’ house.
Traditional food including bhaat, baigan ki sabji, amti and sheera were prepared for the guests.
I remember wearing a green saree, the traditional outfit for a Maharashtrian wedding. He wore a white safari suit.
Sadly my wedding photos were destroyed when a flood ravaged our village a few years ago.
We were blessed with two sons.
Life went on and then we got our eldest son married.
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