It was exactly an year ago today, that the day Indian culture goes gaga about in every Indian girl's life - Baraat aane wali hai. Yes, it was the day for which we were all preparing and planning for day & night for almost 6-8 months. Checking and re-checking every arrangement. Flowers, bookings, timings, jewellery, gifts, packing. To have a perfect day the next day and a warm and pleasant welcome for the Baraat.
They were to arrive early in the morning, there was Puja in the house, Sangeet ceremony at night, and in the middle of the chaos and planning the job allotments. You go to welcome the baraat, you look at flowers, you are in-charge of the Puja. And in this hustle-bustle there I sat quietly in my room wondering what would life be like after tomorrow.
Will it change? Will my boyfriend think of me differently once he's my husband. Will this room still belong to me? Will I take everything from that cupboard of mine or I can still leave some of my comfort clothes for the times I return home? Will I ever get back to being the working independent woman again? Or I will settle for being a housewife cooking three meals and keeping the house tidy, ready with a smile to welcome the husband when he comes home?
I was still circling all the thoughts of having a new family, new house, changes - cultural and emotional, when a relative pops into my room and says we saw the would be Damaad. He's looking as handsome as ever. And suddenly all the thoughts vanished. And a certainty swept in that from tomorrow am going to be with the man who takes me for what I am. Loves everything about me, be it endearing or annoying. Who loves me for the independent woman I am. Who loves me for the fact that I have my own mind. Maybe I don't have to change much. Or maybe I don't have to change at all. I can still be the dreamy girl, whose boyfriend every now and then plans a surprise for her to sweep her off her feet and feel loved all over again. I can still nurture the baby inside me, cos I know I have someone who'd every now and then cater to her baby needs of love and pampering. Yes, I will miss those short and sweet surprise visits and intricate planning to make them eventful and memorable while we were dating, but does it really matter now that we are going to be together 24x7. And there was a sudden urge to meet him, to hug him tight and kiss him like it maybe for the last time.
Ha! but, the bride and groom are not to meet before the wedding! And so comes the thrill of escaping from a house full of 100+ people to meet him. A 30 minute to and fro drive with incessant calls asking for my whereabouts to meet him for 10 minutes. Bah! All thanks to the sweet sister.
And then followed the day with some more Puja and Sangeet and a sleepless night leading to the day of the wedding. Which again went by in a whirlwind. People people everywhere. Smiling smiling and going away. And it was done. We were united. To be together. To trust each other with everything. To belong to each other with everything we have. Strengths, weaknesses, love, affection, respect, family. And was it all worth the effort. One year gone by and I sometimes laugh at things we did and worried about and messed our heads with. So maybe it was! This is a thank you note for everyone who was there to support me, planning, enjoying, working, slogging to make that day a success. A special thanks to my family for being so supportive of all my whims and fancies. And to my husband for making the last one year so beautiful that it makes me smile all the way every time I look back. Love you all!
They were to arrive early in the morning, there was Puja in the house, Sangeet ceremony at night, and in the middle of the chaos and planning the job allotments. You go to welcome the baraat, you look at flowers, you are in-charge of the Puja. And in this hustle-bustle there I sat quietly in my room wondering what would life be like after tomorrow.
Will it change? Will my boyfriend think of me differently once he's my husband. Will this room still belong to me? Will I take everything from that cupboard of mine or I can still leave some of my comfort clothes for the times I return home? Will I ever get back to being the working independent woman again? Or I will settle for being a housewife cooking three meals and keeping the house tidy, ready with a smile to welcome the husband when he comes home?
I was still circling all the thoughts of having a new family, new house, changes - cultural and emotional, when a relative pops into my room and says we saw the would be Damaad. He's looking as handsome as ever. And suddenly all the thoughts vanished. And a certainty swept in that from tomorrow am going to be with the man who takes me for what I am. Loves everything about me, be it endearing or annoying. Who loves me for the independent woman I am. Who loves me for the fact that I have my own mind. Maybe I don't have to change much. Or maybe I don't have to change at all. I can still be the dreamy girl, whose boyfriend every now and then plans a surprise for her to sweep her off her feet and feel loved all over again. I can still nurture the baby inside me, cos I know I have someone who'd every now and then cater to her baby needs of love and pampering. Yes, I will miss those short and sweet surprise visits and intricate planning to make them eventful and memorable while we were dating, but does it really matter now that we are going to be together 24x7. And there was a sudden urge to meet him, to hug him tight and kiss him like it maybe for the last time.
Ha! but, the bride and groom are not to meet before the wedding! And so comes the thrill of escaping from a house full of 100+ people to meet him. A 30 minute to and fro drive with incessant calls asking for my whereabouts to meet him for 10 minutes. Bah! All thanks to the sweet sister.
And then followed the day with some more Puja and Sangeet and a sleepless night leading to the day of the wedding. Which again went by in a whirlwind. People people everywhere. Smiling smiling and going away. And it was done. We were united. To be together. To trust each other with everything. To belong to each other with everything we have. Strengths, weaknesses, love, affection, respect, family. And was it all worth the effort. One year gone by and I sometimes laugh at things we did and worried about and messed our heads with. So maybe it was! This is a thank you note for everyone who was there to support me, planning, enjoying, working, slogging to make that day a success. A special thanks to my family for being so supportive of all my whims and fancies. And to my husband for making the last one year so beautiful that it makes me smile all the way every time I look back. Love you all!
