The “she-dream”. I mean every girl’s dream-The Wedding. Even if you’re a book nerd or a bimbo or a total traditional Indian. At least once or at least while you see a bride you secretly wish for your marriage to be perfect too. Where the groom comes riding that-typical-white-horse and drives you away to their wonderland. (Blushes). Dreams of every inch-bit –detail of your wedding starts crippling over your mind. (Weird and funny that at least in this they don’t differ much even if they are from a city or some old town).
Waiting for this day is every girl’s dream when they grow up to be in that bridal attire and to have that handsome sweet man for the rest of your life.
The fairy tales have kind of ruined us. What? Don’t be astonished. Why! Don’t we think of the Cinderella’s shoe and expect the same. Dont we imagine, just like the Prince in the story Snow-White someone to take us away from the cruel world. Kind of some magic to turn up and our prince charming coming in search for us. But little do we realize this to be real life where no magic occurs and grooms don’t really take us to their wonderlands. Wishes and dreams. Wishes of "happily-ever-afters" which are alas only fairytales. There are no happily-ever-after and lived-happily-forever in reality.
Wedding as simple the word the more complex to stand by.A new phase of your life, a totally new place (unless you have lucky mother-in-law who had invited you for lunch before) (winks) and a lot of new people you’re not acquainted to. With it comes a lot of compromises for the happiness of the-“new people”. Maybe it’s the crucial part of a girl’s life. (Expectations hurt. Remember it girls always!) Dreaming is not an offence but hoping the same in reality is.
Life when you ruled your house to the life where you would have to stay dominated. (For the sake of happiness of the-“new people”).
Days when you didn’t care about the world and got up at anytime you wished to; to the days when you’re kind of supposes to get up first.
days when you shouted “Mom where’s …” for you couldn’t find something to the days where you hear someone else shouting for you “Mom where’s…” (Smiles).
Days when you don’t even have to say and your wishes are granted. Days when you could just mess your room and leave to return and see everything is back in place. You smile. (Because you know who did It. Mom.) to days when you do the same for someone else.(smiles). Days if ever you did your face into your palms at once you feel a hand on your shoulder. (Mom).
And suddenly this guy comes out of nowhere seeking your hand
Promising you of feather-bed,
Promising you of satin-smooth days,
Promising you of huge flats, expensive fancy cars, and branded clothes,
Promising of world’s every happiness at your feet.
You slip on his words. You slide. You roll. You dream. Yet again.
Yet again hoping world’s every happiness to come to you.
Slowly, it’s no more “me” it’s “us”. Mom shed’s tears of happiness thinking of her daughter’s “happily-lived ever after”.
The silence gets replaced. The show and pompous starts. Cause finally it’s her wedding.
“The Wedding”. From the crimsons to the scarlets and the marsalas. The amber and the goldens. The jingling lustrous silver mirror decoratives and the aromatic combination of white-violet orchids and lavenders. The faded patchy water-stained walls regain its brightness. The house glisters with azure-amethyst neon lights all over. Beginning with the peaceful arena; to the gossips and rush all around. People here and people there. The bridemates giggling. The soothing music creeping into your ears. Busy and hectic yet exciting and merry. That’s wedding.
Cause today it was Her Wedding. My Wedding.
Many curls, thick curls filled the back of my head which were spiraled up into a thick bun. The top was lined with a diamond white ribbon covered with crystal beads and pearls that led to a vintage flower shape with diamonds inside the settings. A light brown powder covered the base of my eyelids while the outer lids had a dark brown that made a shadow look. The mascara and the kohl brought out my dark black eyes. Rosy pink powder lined my cheek bones. Light pink gloss gloss filled my lips making it sparkle. Diamond settings sat at my ear that dropped with a precious pearl at the end. Dressed in rich materials, satin and lace, and silk all of brilliant lavender I took one last look in the mirror as I was about to walk down to my future.
I enter my new home (wonderland) with red Alta (Rose Bengal) dipped feet imprinting my footprints as I lead in.
Little did I know of what’s going to come next.
(Smiling?)(Imagining yourself instead of me?)
Seems a perfect happy-ending? Isn't it? Yes, indeed a happy ending for you.
But for me… well, the scar on my hand from the butt of the cigar says it all. He’s home. Officially Wedded.