Every time someone compliments the bride, “Oh my god, you’re glowing!”, I feel something strange. Proud? Yes. Invisible? Also yes.
Because behind that glow, there’s a whole team of women like me, apprentices, mehendi artists, makeup didis, parlour behens, saree pinning experts. We made her look like that. But most people won’t remember our names. Or even ask.
I’m Priya. I’m 25. Apprentice beautician in a small parlour in Pune. I’m still learning. Still messing up sometimes. But I’ve also learned how to match foundation with neck skin. How to calm a worrying bride. How to hide tears under waterproof makeup.
And along the way, I’ve also collected stories. Stories of women who work quietly in this beauty world,not on Instagram, but face2face. On their feet. With cracked hands, sharp eyes, and a kind of soft strength you can’t teach.
Komal (23, Mehendi Artist)
"Log sirf design dekhte hain. Unko yeh nahi dikhta ke humne raat bhar baithke kiya hai. Kabhi tent ke neeche, kabhi light ke bina."
Komal does bridal mehendi. She's fast, sharp, and knows at least 20 Arabic styles by heart. But during wedding season, her hands swell. She gets ₹600–₹1200 per bride. Sometimes ₹1800.
“Mehendi se zyada mehsoos hoti hai, woh dulhan ka stress, uski khushi. Woh sab humare haathon se guzarta hai.”
Meena Aunty (42, Saree Drape Specialist)
"Pallu perfect hona chahiye. Usse hi toh badhiya selfie aati hai."
Meena aunty has pinned more sarees than she can count. She once draped 11 bridesmaids in one hour.
“Main aathvi fail hoon. Par jab koi bolta hai ki ‘aapke bina toh photos hi nahi aate ache,’ I feel like I've done something right.”
Afreen (27, Small Parlour Owner)
"Ek appointment cancel hoti hai toh din ka ration hil jaata hai."
Afreen runs her own beauty parlour from a rented room. She gives facials, threading, bridal packages, all while managing her 4-year-old son.
“Instagram par sab filters hai. Yahan real skin hoti hai. Real acne. Real dukh bhi. Khushi bhi,.”
Why We Do It
We don’t have PR teams or blue ticks.
But we do have mirror lights, combs, chhoti-chhoti dreams, like saving for a scooty, washing machine, buying a better hairdryer.
And you know what? We know we’re good.
We know we hold nervous hands before the pheras.
We know how to smile when a client says, “You made me feel like myself again.”
Final Touch-Up
This is not just about beauty.
It’s about labour, art, and power.
The bride shines.
But we’re the ones who switched on the light.
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