Friday, May 8, 2015

Love is beautiful


Background: Big fat wedding.....

Aroma of flowers that decked the wooden pillars of the house, fresh Mango leaves Archway that welcomed me at the door, lamp that was lit in the Pooja Room, Slow Carnatic Music that was being played in the background & my aunt humming to it, other relatives that crawled up to us like Ants in my dream house. Awww! that gave a complete sense of Marriage Ceremonies held in India.
Saritha aunt flaunting pallu of her Heavy Zari Kanchi Silk Saree looked up to me and giggled, “Hey Rahul, when did you come home? It’s so glad to see you after 4years”.
“I flew down just yesterday night aunty. Since there was no direct flight, I halted in Chennai Airport for 4hrs due to delay in the flight & landed in Bangalore this morning. Btw, you look beautiful as ever!”

Sari aunty blushed as if she waited for my compliments & the wrinkles under her eyes revealed her age. Yet her smile was adorable. Our families have set a celebrity trend in purchasing silk sarees. I always wondered why these women bought sarees of gold price. However, my eyes were dwelled upon the ladies group at my home shone brighter due to those heavy sarees.
Women are gifted with the charm in their face irrespective of the age factor.

My eyes were looking for my little bride.
This wedding is a dream come true for my only younger sister. She is a happy chirping bird that spreads smile whoever she accompanies. Her energy never drains out. She is up to date with the current trend & well dressed at any occasion.
My heart was pondering to see her after four years. A girl that held my hand to put her first steps is a doll that turned out to be a bride!

Her wedding was my four years goal when I left India in 2010. I’ve a bad habit of slipping into the memories & rejoicing them whether it’s good or bad. This may be the regular practice of all emotional hearts like mine. I have learnt to monitor my heart of lately.

Aaboli, my sister has been my strength through thick and thin of my life. I would be no where, had she not been supportive over the last 4years. I must thank god as I arrived at Bangalore on 11days before her wedding. Though I was abroad, I had to manage the wedding planning being a responsible son to our family. Mom is excited too for the first grand wedding of our family.
There were times mom woke me up at the dawn & kept talking about Aboli’s wedding plans.
I was studying my Engineering final year then & mom expected my future savings of 3yrs so that we could afford a decent wedding for Aaboli.

“Where shall we buy sarees for Aaboli once her marriage gets fixed? Shall we get the ornaments done from a Goldsmith or buy it from a shop? How should be the floral decoration on the stage?” These were her unvarying questions to me. I guess this is how all mothers worry about their daughters.
I heard from Aaboli that mom had taken her to Kanchi for buying silk sarees, purchased jewellery from Tanishq. The same were shown to me via Skype while I could not personally come down for her shopping. Aaboli kept sharing the pictures & made video calls to take my opinion on her trial make up too. She would ask my opinion for every single thing she does. That’s the bonding we have with each other!

To give a pause to my thought flow I stumbled at a step. Mom saw me losing my balance; she shouted & warned me to be careful of the wooden steps. I bent down to take her blessings. She blessed me & pointed her finger towards the bride room on the Duplex house.

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