This little girl by the creek went ahead and did that daring little thing- she walked the alter, took turns around the holy fire, promised happiness and got married to the love of her life on the 6th of January, 2013. Now getting married my friends require balls. Specially if you are the shy kind and the kind who prefers a few good friends and the same spot and a perpetual DND etched all over her face.
Although the wedding jitters almost got the very best of me and made me crib and rant and misbehave and even want to run away- Love ultimately won. Like a well behaved girl, I was there at my wedding on time, completed every single ritual and called this man my husband. I know what most of you would be asking me. How was it? Well, it was beautiful. It was a new rush. A sacred thing.
It was surreal and at points I could hardly believe that I was getting married to Rohan. What were the odds that me, a girl from the far East would marry a guy from the far West? Thoughts of destiny, love, days gone by, happy memories surged along with the sweet fear of the upcoming. A mixed feeling that eventually translates to happiness. Honestly, I really can’t explain how it was. It was trance like. Think of this as the most potent hallucinogenic drug that you’d only like to experience once, with the right person at the right place, barring the conditions it can get really scary. Lol…that’s as much as I could summarize!
I am glad the right person was right next to me taking vows happily and giving me strength and smiles.
We talked and laughed all through the wedding!
But before the D-Day, I got to take some candid portraits and closeups of my family who were staying with me during the wedding. This is my brother’s hand- the hand that makes amazing fish curry with cauliflowers. Makes me salivate.
He’s been cooking since he was 16 and prepared all the meals while me and mum was busy with the wedding stuff. Such a sweet heart he is. He is not my own brother- not by the relation of blood. But to us, he means no less. If he takes a decision in our home- it needs to be followed.
Dad is a thoughtful person. He generally is quiet and wise. Through his wood-framed spectacles he can analyze the world like no one else can. When things are low- this is the man I count on for some wisdom. Love you dad. Without you I am still quiet lost. Had it not been for you I would have been a bad person.
My folks left today. The wedding rituals and follow up rituals are now over. Its now just me and Ro, curled up watching news, trying to get back to our usual routine. I’d finally get some time to organize photographs and post some more for you all to have a peek.