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Bangles are not trinkets, they are symbols
Meaning specific things. 
Prisha has accepted Dia’s hand in marriage.
She is hoping for purple and orange bangles.
She is independent, and seeks success.

Seven married women appear with Shankh and Paula
to honor Prisha.  She is excited about the attention.
It makes her heart leap with joy. 
Her mother and sisters are thrilled for her.
She is the first in the family to be honored in this way.

Dia’s family arrives with elders a few days later.
Prisha is slightly disappointed the priest could not make it.
Her new family offers her beautiful blue and yellow bangles.
They apparently feel strongly about certain values.
She looks at her sister, Hitanshi.
Hitanshi looks away, smiling.
She knows her sister was hoping for purple and orange.

At least it was not green bangles, her sister tells her later that night.
At least they do not want you to be a baby-maker, watching you 
closely from the marriage on.  

The Choora Ceremony is held at last.
Hitanshi ties dangly gold bangles onto Prisha’s wrists and ankles.
There is such a celebration! The families are getting excited.
It is just a matter of days until the wedding.
Ahana, Prisha’s best friend slips her a blue bangle right before the ceremony.
Something blue, she says, but it is not borrowed. It is for you.
Prisha is grateful that her friend knows her so well.
Hitanshi gives her an orange bangle a few minutes later.
Prisha walks with Dia to the priest, feeling love and strength.

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