27.02.2012. My wedding day. The day when I looked resplendent in my red, green and white saree. The day when I cried buckets, yet was the happiest than I had been ever felt in life. It has been 2 years to that day and still the memories are as fresh as it has happened just yesterday. The night before, sleep evaded me and yet I was as fresh in the morning as I could be. They say, the bride is nervous. I was, a tad. But more than that I was excited and happy and nostalgic. So much happiness in a day that it overflew from my eyes.
I remember the day clearly as it plays as a beautiful movie in my head. Mom waking me up with a weary smile. The house overflowing with guests and with loud debates about who will get ready first. The din stopping as I enter the living room. Everyone wanting a piece of me. Treating me as I was a way too delicate piece of glass and would break even with a soft breeze. Hugs and kisses not ceasing. Papa not looking at me in the eye with the fear of bursting into tears. The Brother busying himself in arrangements, so that a tear would not escape his eyes. All of it, is still so vivid, so clear.
The din that the dance and the baraat created. The awesomest varmala I had ever seen. The handsome groom (yes, Mr. Husband) who was awaiting my arrival. The way his eyes shone on seeing me, making me feel that I was looking like every princess that I had ever dreamt of. When the priest called out for the ceremony, my brothers and cousins, rushing me out to the doli they had decorated and carrying me on their shoulders. Like I said, truly a princess feeling! The emotional kanyadaan. The friends cheering during the pheras. The heart wrenching bidaai. The videos of which still make me cry.
No destination wedding, no fancy themes, no candid photo-shoots; yet my wedding was a dream wedding. And given a choice to change, I would want it to be exactly the way it was. Thank you Papa, for blessing me my dream. Thank you Mummy, for the beautiful outfit that was your brain work and all the efforts you put to make the wedding, The Best! and Thank you, Brother, for none of this was possible without you.
And as for Mr. Husband, a hug to let you know that however messy, irritating and stubborn you may be, but you are the one I want to be with in every life. Whether it may be to argue, to disagree or to love, it simply has to be *just* you! You make me believe that love isn’t about finding the perfect person, it’s about realizing that two imperfect people can make a perfect life.
From that day to this, it has been 2 years and you still make me go awww in surprise about how time has passed. A toast to more such glorious years ahead!
And for all the readers who were bearing with me all this while when I was on a nostalgic downpour, here are some wedding pictures 🙂
Happy 2 years to me!! 🙂 🙂 🙂