But before anyone could say anything, Heena stepped forward.
"Yes, I was waiting for you."
Uncle Qiao immediately beamed at her.
"Good! Good! Now, where is the plate? Bring it here!"
One of the younger men hurried forward, carrying a small brass plate.
There were several things arranged on it: a handful of uncooked rice, a piece of red silk cloth about two metres long, some kumkum powder, a small wooden piece, and a few fresh marigold flowers that had been broken into smaller petals.
There was also a small yellowish brass cup containing oil and camphor.
Uncle Qiao examined everything with satisfaction before taking the plate. He lit the camphor, and a bright flame quickly rose, filling the air with its faint fragrance.
Then he began moving the plate in front of Heena's face in slow, circular motions, performing the traditional welcoming ritual.
