As a young girl, I once attended a wedding in one of the families of my native village in Assam. I saw youths of the village cleaning the perimeter, some cutting down bamboos and getting them ready to construct the ‘pandal’ (temporary structure for organizing events). It was the bride’s home, and one of the women from the village who is comparatively well-to-do had lent her the bridal ‘mekhela sador’ (assamese traditional attire) made of expensive muga silk and even some jewellery, for the occasion. The wedding feast was provided for by the collective donation of the villagers, curd from one family, jaggery from another and so on. It was a wedding that was sans expensive hotel and hall bookings, five course buffets, and a highly priced wedding planner.