My best friend’s wedding

My best friend got married on the date in honor of which they erupt into ear-splitting cheers when the hands of the clock together point to 12 at night. In addition, he got married not just on any new year… it was the unique date of 1/1/11. And I had no excuse not to attend the wedding. You see, I was the bride!

Dancing fingers - all "henna-yed!"

Looking back, everything seemed to pass by in a blur and it is going to be surreal looking at the videos, like a movie you do not really remember acting in. But in bits and parts, memories are strong, clear and filled with intense emotion. There are glimpses of weaving through busy city streets, stopping at innumerable shops to look at colorful waves of clothes, the sparkle of new gold jewelery, of getting pampered and decorated from head to toe, of heavily-loaded taste buds, of performing rituals over the chants of the priest, of beautiful smells – perfume, incense, henna, of constant grinning for the camera, of continuous chatter, happy laughter and also somewhere, a silent sorrow and longing for close people not present at the occasion.

Days after the show was over, there dawned a sudden realization of the change in status and all of it seemed unbelievable. But it was true! And what joy that truth contained!

Changes thereafter, though not seemingly major ones, are bound to occur and are as matter-of-fact as the piece of paper declaring legal marital status. The sense of responsibility that accompanies, was illustrated amply by an incident that occurred as I was on one of the pre-wedding shopping sprees. In one of the busy by-lanes of the crowded and dusty heart of the city sat a middle-aged lady in her tiny shop selling trinkets and goods needed for rituals. She was casually peeling and snacking on groundnuts as we looked over some items. The clever businesswoman’s gaze was sharp and piercing. As is typical of many such women, she nosily asked who was getting married. I was pointed out to her.

As we finished the purchase and she was wrapping up the items to hand over to us, she suddenly stuck out her hand to shake mine and said, “best of luck”!

To our surprise, she wittily explained, “More than ‘congratulations’, the would-be bride needs ‘best of luck’!”

Laughing with the rest of them, I left, taking away an underlying practical angle beneath the fluffy clouds I was and am still, walking on!

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About Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad

This blogger is someone whose fingers itch to dance, coaxing the keypad to sing. For years, I kept saying that writing for me was a mere hobby. And then, just like the lead characters of a typical romantic movie it finally dawned upon me just how much I love this form of art and how I simply cannot live without it. And then we lived happily ever after ... or tried to, for isn't there the following saying? “Writing is torture. Not writing is torture. The only thing that feels good is having written." Originally from India, I reside in California, USA with my husband and little daughter and work as a software engineer. (I’ve got to be practical, the aforementioned love of my life doesn’t pay for food yet and it doesn’t hurt that I enjoy computer programming.) With the title loosely inspired by the Oscar-winning Chinese film “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon“, this blog, “Dancing Fingers, Singing Keypad” welcomes viewers …err… readers to savor the performances of its “characters”.
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13 Responses to My best friend’s wedding

  1. Monali says:

    🙂 Wonderful!

  2. Maitreyee says:

    Maaast!! 🙂

  3. Nikhil says:

    The clouds may be fluffy, but the sky is for real…and its all yours!
    For me, it was two best friend’s wedding on the same day, what a coincidence! ;P

    I wish you a hearty congratulations on this great occasion. I am sure you guys are able to take care of the ‘luck’ part yourself !

  4. Parul says:

    nice 🙂

  5. Jay says:

    Awesome!! So sorry for such a late reply… And as always, tremendous photographs…

  6. Pingback: The bride who never cried | Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad

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