I hear a wedding. I hear a Shehnai and Nadaswaram. I hear family. Friends. I hear greetings. I hear bonds. Their teases. And their taunts. I hear an argument between a Tabla and a Mridanagam. I hear games. I hear Antakshari. First Kishore. Then Hariharan. I hear laughet. The tinkle of anklets. Dancing. I happiness. I hear Joy. I hear the girl is from the North. And the boy is from the South.