The Day I Got Married

I remember the beautiful crack of dawn that spread its blanket of golden rosy hues across the sea and sand, on the most important day of my life – the day I got married! Birds chirped an inexplicably melodious medley. I calmly inhaled the fresh morning air and awaited the events to unfold to celebrate my last day as a bachelorette. This day I would renounce my title of a Miss and wear the badge of a Mrs.

I remember the sounds of music and the great fanfare that filled the surroundings. Family and relatives were exuberant. There was fun, frolic and laughter.

I remember  how my parents were fastidious about every minor details concerning my wedding. Parents go through waves of mixed emotions on their daughter’s marriage. They are happy for her new beginning and sad that their beautiful journey with their little one is going to change its course.

I remember how my anxiety levels hit the ceiling. I was disquietude. My mom who meant the world to me wouldn’t be around as often from now on, to help me with my daily chores or take care of me when I am unwell. I would miss my dad’s unconditional love and support, our fun verbal duels, playing pranks on other members of the family and the confidence that his presence instilled in me. I would miss the love-hate relationship with my brothers. Our arguments regarding our room, cleanliness, etc would soon turn from a reality to a memory to be cherished for life. I would miss my home and my surroundings, I was brought up in.

I remember whipping my body into the perfect shape that it could be for the D-Day.

I remember praying to the rain gods to not play a spoil sport and ruin my dream wedding.

I remember praying and hoping that I do not mess up my wedding dance by forgetting the dance moves.

I remember  stressing and being fastidious about my wedding attire and all my wedding trousseaus. The care with which a bride-to-be selects her wedding gown is inexplicable. The day she steps into this attire, she is not only going to be the centre of people’s attention but her heart is also going to be the centre of varying emotions. It is a bitter sweet feeling. You are happy to begin your life with your prince charming and sad that your beautiful life with your parents is going to change.

I remember the vidaai. Vidaai is the moment that dons on the bride that now is the time to depart from her family. The flood gates guarding my sea of emotions were lifted. Emotions held no bar. It is said that a bride’s Vidaai can put the most impassive person to tears. It is a paradox that the bride cries on her most awaited day. This goodbye that the parents say to their daughter, a brother to his sister is the most tearful. My mom who is the coolest cried like a baby to let go off her daughter. My dad and brother hugged me and wept profusely.

I remember the warmth and comfort in the eyes of my husband as he gracefully held my hand to step together into our new life to fulfil our wedding vows to each other.

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