I don’t know how to describe this. We’re on the bride’s side of the family, going to see her at her in-laws’ house. It’s like an endurance-based video game. There are levels. As you progress, previous levels repeat and mix in with new levels, and during the entire time, you’re expected to eat all this delicious food politely. Or should you have the gall to reject, you’re expected not only to negotiate your current plate, but formulate a million ways to very delicately say, “No,” as someone ignores you and heaps on scoops of mutton curry anyway:

Level 1: Rice, lentils, cauliflower curry, and fried eggplant.
Level 2: Fish.
Level 3: Different kind of fish, in mustard sauce.
Level 4: Mutton curry.
Level 5: Baked potatoes.
Level 6: Dessert.

Just because a new dish is introduced doesn’t mean the previous dishes are no longer passed around. As I said, by the end, members of the groom’s family are very hospitably coming around with everything, the order jumbled, and you’re tasked with (a) making small talk while (b) pacing yourself and (c) controlling how much white rice you agree to take on, because with all this food, white rice is basically empty calories.

Oh yes, this all continues tomorrow. I think it’s like after midnight here right now.