I arrived in Delhi later than I had planned, the air thick with the scent of marigolds, the city pulsing with a kind of joy that only an Indian wedding can summon. The rhythm of the dhol had already begun to reverberate through the streets, a primal beat calling people to dance, to celebrate, to witness the sacred union of two souls. Vardaan Marwah--my mentee, my business partner, my son, my confidant--was getting married, and the world was gathering to honor it. Not just to eat and drink and dance under the chandeliers of excess, but to stand as witnesses, to offer a benediction, to become part of a greater whole. Because that is what Indian weddings are--not mere ceremonies, not just a tying of knots or a signing of papers, but a sacred merging of past and future, a moment where lineage meets legacy, where generations gather to fortify the bridge that carries love forward.